I can’t remember, the day you held my hand, at the parking lot, did a lot and we tried to stop, was i distracted by the heavy rain, or was it your presence? overwhelmed, panicked, scared, so i pulled my hand, when really, it was what i was dying for.
had a feeling for a girl, and that was it. new faces bring familiar effect, but never as extraordinary. future and all it carries, she is still next to me in all of them.
Perception. View. Belief. Developed, evolved on this little rock. Small view local perception. Rhetoric. Views local, limited. Finite. Finite infinitesimal knowledge formulation held high. Held high as universal truth. Truth shackled by ignorance lack of understanding. Lack of knowledge. Terrarium creatures prancing around spouting nonsense as truth, universal truth. Terrarium devoid of understanding, devoid of truth. Left to its own devices.
that wasn’t love, love. i know there are still pieces of me, screaming, crying, and sometimes, yes they whisper, softly and dearly, trying to manipulate me, trying to tell me, that it was indeed love. but you were right. it wasn’t love. and i have come to understand it.
All of this feels strange and untrue, but here I'm am in Chicago winters with you. Where windows oversee the frozen lake And snow glows on streets at daybreak, As we sit in front of the fireplace, blankets covering us as on your arm I lay my face.
From now on I'm gonna write about places I wanna travel once Corona fades.
A slow, pain-absorbent Difficult, depressing moment There's not much to expect But to wait when it will end when is your end. I'd rather Be extinct in an instant, expire abruptly Than decay and lose hope.