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I was in a car and saw you just walking, thought: “I’ll give one of them a call”. Nothing happened, but a minute later we talked. You said: “Wow, you’re going with your friends to have fun, that’s so great, we…are just taking a walk”. My reply: “yeah… what you are doing is just great!”. ~ Sad~. You know, I would have given my big “adventure” in exchange for that tiny little walk. Why? ‘Cause I miss everything, I miss both of you and I’m left helpless for “nothing” is the word that best describes our forgotten world. We neither have time to say: “hello, how are you” nor hear the answer. Have taken off on the wings of a bird, lines of comfort, simple gazes… and nothing is left to see.
Perfectly aware of the fact that a cry will always be equal to the deepest silence possible. I think it’s the height (my sarcastic side) To someone else… Saturday, 02 December 2006 21:00:04
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