ponedeljek, 24. oktober 2011

Well done you fucked it up again.

Vem, naslednji stavek je bil že objavljen v enem od blogov pa vseeno ima nek pomen ki me vedno znova zadane.

"Being around him wasn't hard. It didn't hurt. Unitl now."

Bežen pogled in poljub na lice. Resničnost, ki se je zdela kot sanje in je bila hujša od nočne more. Pogled ki je izdajal vse kar besede niso znale in kar srce ni dovolilo. Vedela je, da si je ponovno dovolila iti predaleč. Dan brez njegove bližine je bil pust. Ob njegovem dotiku pa čeprav enem tistih pomotnih so ji mravljince preplavile telo. In ko jo je objel v slovo ter v svoj medvedji objem skril njeno malo postavo se je počutila varno.


"It's like you're screaming but no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed that someone could that be that important, that without them you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless like nothing can save you. And when it's over and it's gone, you almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back so you could have the good."


Take me back to the night i felt alive.


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