Unas pocas palabras que intentan hacer temblar a la imaginación.
29.3.14
It's like I'm reading a book... and it's a book I deeply love. But I'm
reading it slowly now. So the words are really far apart and the spaces
between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you... and the
words of our story... but it's in this endless space between the words
that I'm finding myself now. It's a place that's not of the physical
world. It's where everything else is that I didn't even know existed. I
love you so much. But this is where I am now. And this who I am now. And
I need you to let me go. As much as I want to, I can't live your book
any more.
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