I went on a journey just by myself.
I wasn’t desperate for you anymore
and my heart was no longer craving for your kisses
My soul finally stopped missing yours
and this bound connecting us vanished.
I picked up those lovely debris you left behind
and put them in a jar
waiting for the right moment to come
the right moment to unite them for another time,
a last time.
I went on a journey just by myself.
leaving my memories of you where they belonged
in the dark, hidden so deep even I can’t reach them anymore.
I took my diary and started writing
about this peaceful person I turned into
and this tenderness I found in people I met.
I didn’t know where I was going
I didn’t know if I was ever coming back
But i knew there was nothing left for me back there
Only a burned land
with desperate souls
and collapsing stars.
I stood still in the rain
and let the sun kiss gently my skin
I closed my eyes and heard the wind whispering:
“No matter where you end up
even if it is in this exact same place where you started,
in this barren land
both moving through times
and remaining unchanged
Know you won’t be you anymore
Know you will become
Those billions laughs you heard
and those infinite hugs you gave
Know you will be
those shooting stars you contemplate
And those nostalgic paintings you wrote.”
yo , no soy yo;
por lo menos no soy el mismo yo interior
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 5:09 AM UTC
I went on a journey just by myself.
I wasn’t desperate for you anymore
and my heart was no longer craving for your kisses
My soul finally stopped missing yours
and this bound connecting us vanished.
I picked up those lovely debris you left behind
and put them in a jar
waiting for the right moment to come
the right moment to unite them for another time,
a last time.
I went on a journey just by myself.
leaving my memories of you where they belonged
in the dark, hidden so deep even I can’t reach them anymore.
I took my diary and started writing
about this peaceful person I turned into
and this tenderness I found in people I met.
I didn’t know where I was going
I didn’t know if I was ever coming back
But i knew there was nothing left for me back there
Only a burned land
with desperate souls
and collapsing stars.
I stood still in the rain
and let the sun kiss gently my skin
I closed my eyes and heard the wind whispering:
“No matter where you end up
even if it is in this exact same place where you started,
in this barren land
both moving through times
and remaining unchanged
Know you won’t be you anymore
Know you will become
Those billions laughs you heard
and those infinite hugs you gave
Know you will be
those shooting stars you contemplate
And those nostalgic paintings you wrote.”
yo , no soy yo;
por lo menos no soy el mismo yo interior
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