“I bet you taste like childhood, you Peter Pan’s secret love”
starts to sink under smoldering memories of a distant dream
of mellow steps,
and running fire
burning flames of ice inside.
with music, which twinges with needles made of silk. gentle and deep. not stopping till it reaches the strings of theheart.
becoming just a doll with papersoul. far from home, far from warmth.
fearing the risk of getting burnt, fearing the chance of being destroyed by the unseen fire ..
I can’t be missing You
if You’re not letting me get used to You.
- O sa-ti fie dor de mine? (Semi-gluma)
- Nu poa’ sa-mi fie dor de tine. Pentru ca nu sunt obisnuita cu tine.]
When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not ready. The challenge will not wait. Life does not look back. A week is more than enough time for us to decide whether or not to accept our destiny.
and now i wish you’d tell me, leaving is not for ever
but with you in my mind
You don’t have to have a name.
just in my World, being my company, in slow inhales of falling greys. I’m not alone, I know. It just feels saying words out loud… i long to. But no answer is coming.
Though silently i hear a raindrop talking to me.