When does it begin and when does it end?

Pure clichés, “the one” is perfect although bad habits, inconspicuous day turn your eyes away to keep the perfect view eternal in the heart. However you accept him/her as so. It has been three days now since I tattooed “Forever and a day” on my skin and they told me of someone who had done the same thing, only with the difference that it was a message for his beloved person. It’s not a difference for I’ve done exactly the same thing… I…love you… forever and a day, but who’s to know? Only you and I, maybe my person only cause you didn’t go that far with your thoughts. It doesn’t matter, my own master for another month, attempting to reach each purpose alive to me.

Now I don’t know why I reacted that way when seeing you in their arms, you…just don’t understand. How could you when even I, myself, am not able to see the things clear, they float on a broken boat in the Mediterranean Sea, right in the middle; even the air is missing its shadow. How? When? Why? But why not?

It was sweet, 3 seconds of perfection, but we woke up, you stood up and forgot about everything, my perceptions, my illusions, though I am in the position of not forgetting, always with you on my mind.

Thursday, 06 December, 2007

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