it seems that always in august
i am more aware of the rain
one of those nights when i thinking in how fragile life is and how much i wanted someone like you in mine.
one of these nights when i remember in how you said you would cry when you see the book i wrote to you and how i cried when i read the words you wrote to me.
one of those nights when i thinking in how
it feels like the world is spinning too quickly and i feel certain i am going mad again.
one of those nights when i remember when i was before you came and i remember that i had two people in a body.
i would watch me watch the world but couldn't hold myself and see what i saw and be happy,
i couldn't understand how a human soul could swings like the seasons,
or how a person can be fine one day and wake up in the morning wanting to die all over again.
and you, you have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. if anybody could have saved me it would have been you.
