To love,
I can feel now that I am human. I can see my breathing in the air. I can feel my bones crackling under my skin. I can hear my muscles wrigling together; in my fragile being. I don't mind if I have to feel your pains because you also offer me life. And you, love, you make me realize that I am mortal.
Time passes by without you beside me. Every single tick of the clock is the sharp blade that is wounding me. My blood is the sadness that is pouring out, draining me. And I just sit here on my window, looking into the emptiness of your traces as the seasons change.
Please come back to me, or let me run to you.
Yours always.
No comments:
Post a Comment