if u r wondering, where is this girl...
she just left, as she always does.
The tighter I hold it, the faster it slips away. Ironic – how things haven’t changed here. It’s been years. Here, ahead of my eyes, I have that table for kids. We played so many games around it. Here are these books. Stories that my heart remembers. It could be only because of them that...
your goodbye letter was nothing but clear life defeated you and you defeated death seems to me: perfectly fair life defeated you: i don’t believe, my beloved that you were strong until the final moment i think the anger possessed you, despair too you wanted more, i bet you wanted health you wanted whole years...
i wish to be like you i tell myself as i look at my coworker his teeth are blinding me sparks in his eyes are somehow painful he’s slightly older than me but you couldn’t tell the difference between him and a little girl he’s playing with i wish to be like you i tell...
today your absence is alarming how can it be that one day you were here and the next one you weren’t today your friend stopped me on street and asked me about life she would know, i thought you were always gossiping with those old ladies competing and comparing your grandchildren she would know, i...
i think about you every day not knowing how to accept the fact that you’re gone that you will never hear any of the words i might like to say there’s no way to escape something is pressing me against the wall this, i don’t possess the knowledge how to fight you were always interested...
Am I able to walk away? Am I able to walk away from you, purposefully, with no need to look back? This is what I’ve been asking myself recently. Since the moment we first met, I’ve always been afraid of the fall. Or rather, I’ve been afraid that nothing will be there to slow it....
