It feels as if I was holding on to something. As is my soul was reaching for something, just to find nothing. Empty hands are still loving . Maybe I am not just holding on but also being hold on to. And that's even better because it means we are holding onto each other and never letting go. I'll love you forever and I know I found in you what I was looking for everywhere else.
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Gedankenlicht
PoetryEin Licht, umhüllt von Finsternis. Gedanken, die frei herum fliegen. Fragen, die Fragen hinterfragen. Eine Welt, im Kopf. Die Welt meiner Gedanken und meine Philosophie über alles. •nicht mehr als ein Versuch, die Gedanken in meinem Kopf in Wort...
