🌹💜I don't know how you can read me inside.
To feel myself,
in the distance,
as if I lived within the walls of my heart.
I don't know how you kill time.
To cancel it.
To crumple day after day as if the present word
only made sense in your presence.
I don't know how you always get excited.
To amounts without amounts.
To do nothing to keep your place within me,
yet to be there.
I don't know how you can bring me back there ...
As if "there" were the only place worth
returning to.
I don't know how you surprise me.
But that's it ... You surprise me.
I don't know how you feel when I call you.
Even just with the thought.
And to feel the frequencies of my heart
when it beats for you.
I do not know. I don't really know.
But that's the way it is.
It is a fact confirmed by the facts.
It is the reality of a Us that survives
even without Us. Even without our will.
Perpetual resistance of the two of us.
I remember that it comes back to confuse.
I know you think of me.
I feel your thoughts on me.
Thought that meets mine ...
halfway.
Frequencies that overlap.
And I ...
I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU
DO IT... 💜💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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