" promise me you'll always remember me," he says.
i say, "don't make me promise that."
he looks up, hurt.
"people only ask you to remember them if they're planning to leave," i tell him. "if you're planning to leave, please don't ask me to remember it."
- S.Z. // excerpt from a book i'll never write #241
YOU ARE READING
4AM
Poetry"i walk this empty street on the boulevard of broken dreams, where the city sleeps and i'm the only one and i walk alone." - a collection of thoughts, lyrics and poetry from various sources initially assembled as a result of nocturnal boredom.
