almost a month already.
cling to life, leaving from happiness for a moment, it is not simple.
words and the body does not agree. despite all the mounting evidence. broken frames. friends who extend their arms. decision making. new roommate. new life. my skin is still waiting for you. my head is left behind.
meanwhile, life is pulling the strings without help as if she herself refused to lose, to waste by letting the sadness.
one day you will return to the moon in a capsule. people be waiting for you with flowers. nobody really knows what happened to you. I'll see you on TV and I feel so you know. I hope I will be less empty then.
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