in just one instant everyone separates
from the images we loved the most,
and dear friend
you will lay
fragile and
in pain beside the frames.
I left you thinking about many things
and hopefully you will think a bit of me along the way.
You know,
dear friend,
in this path towards death
called life,
I feel well accompanied
I feel almost satisfied
when I picture that far away,
wherever you are,
maybe you believe my words before going to bed
or come across me in the streets of your dreams.
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
in just one instant everyone separates
from the images we loved the most,
and dear friend
you will lay
fragile and
in pain beside the frames.
I left you thinking about many things
and hopefully you will think a bit of me along the way.
You know,
dear friend,
in this path towards death
called life,
I feel well accompanied
I feel almost satisfied
when I picture that far away,
wherever you are,
maybe you believe my words before going to bed
or come across me in the streets of your dreams.
