Perfect Storm
So now, as grown ups, we don’t know each other. We feel like we have nothing to do with each other, while two years ago we were singing poems to the full moon. If only we could go back to those days when birds used to wake us up with the soft sing they made, and i had realized that we were going to fall apart this way, i’d have thrown everything away and i’d have just followed you anywhere. Or not. Because in the end of the day, if it wasnt meant to be, it wouldnt have been so it wouldn’t have been worthy at all. But i refuse to keep you as a stranger sheet, a lonely sentence, a deaf sing, because im not that mean to make you think you meant nothing because actually you were everything, I breathed because of you. At least i learned how to live without breathing and how to survive in a universe where i dont belong to, with animals awaiting for the weakest fall.
