It’s weird
how things turn out in this world. Or is it just with us? It’s funny
how I met you because I was so in love with someone else, and how, through me,
you met a astonishing person with who you nearly fell in love. You didn’t
actually crash, you just tricked.
But I don’t
feel like laughing. I don’t feel like laughing at all. I don’t get my
self-destructive leaning. But I guess is the same as yours.
I’m the source of my own circumstance. I could blame everything and say for
sure, that we met in the wrong time. Maybe it’s what makes things so attractive
– the danger, the nasty, the dreadful.
But I
believe it was just the right.
Though, we will live the rest of our
lives with a sleeping desire to be together. Maybe it will never be awaken.
I want you.
It’s just that your mind attracts me so much. More than
you know. Maybe more than I know. You and me, we have the same blanks
in our soul. And the desire for them to stay empty.
I have to
make a choice. This is me, choosing.
...But please,
don’t listen to me...
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