August 6th
Because I faked indifference when I was afraid to let you go...?
It's painful, but at the same time so sweet... because it's the right thing, but it's left some side effects... every day when I wake up I feel... the knife as it penetrates
Cut to my heart, but I'm not bleeding...
I didn't realize it would take me into this limbo... I got there... I understood... just like for day and night, we will never be together... this disorients me...
For a few days now... the bleeding heart that I left on the shelf has started to go fast now, beating fast as hell...
Do you say that it is already enough as a battle to continue surviving...? Or am I just not able to breathe ... that I just can't get away ...
How rare and beautiful it is even to resist...
I wish my heart could reach you...
I close my eyes but I can still see you... go ahead and laugh... continue your life...
Like the flowers of Anemone: "flower of the wind": that recalls the melancholic memory for a beautiful and intense but finished love and the fugacity of feelings: I hope that one day ... we will meet on the road
We'll laugh when we're worried about what we can be...
