reciprocation
Just tried to phone you.
Didn't answer the call.
I hate calls.
Why did I call anyways?
Why didn't I call for so long?
If I say I do not miss you it's because knowing someone means being close to them.
Thus you weren’t far away to begin with.
So why call?
To talk?
Can't be it.
I love a good talk and yet words alone are empty apparently.
If they were not I should love calls - but I don't.
To see you then? No.
To touch you I guess.
****** warmth is irreplaceable.
To be true to myself possibly.
If you’re so close I shouldn't stay away.
It's a lie.
I hate lies.
But I am losing myself and find myself lying a lot lately.
That's probably because I catched a cold during the years.
I've got such a simple mind.
I want to stay at one place to live there, die there.
A place where you live as well.
Visiting wasn't ever my thing.
In fact I never understood that concept.
Leaving an ecstatic sensation full of hope, full of promise.
Yet full of sorrow if we ever dare to look back.