We forgot.
We do not distinguish
the
m e m o r i e s
From ordinary moments,
we do not discover it
until later
b e c a u s e o f t h e s c a r s.
Everything we said
will be corpuscles
scattered in the wind
a n d you l i k e me
will forget.
I am tired
of looking a frozen sun,
of being an
e m o t i o n a l n o m a d
of depositing
l o v e
in something that later
transforms into absorbed
thoughts and attitudes.
But this is my
condition
and it is also
c i r c u m s t a n t i a l.
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 1:41 PM UTC
We forgot.
We do not distinguish
the
m e m o r i e s
From ordinary moments,
we do not discover it
until later
b e c a u s e o f t h e s c a r s.
Everything we said
will be corpuscles
scattered in the wind
a n d you l i k e me
will forget.
I am tired
of looking a frozen sun,
of being an
e m o t i o n a l n o m a d
of depositing
l o v e
in something that later
transforms into absorbed
thoughts and attitudes.
But this is my
condition
and it is also
c i r c u m s t a n t i a l.
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