miércoles, 30 de enero de 2013
I’m thinking about those days…long gone now. I suppose it is a mistake to lose the hours dreaming about what could have happened… and yet never did.
Now, is the moment I started longing for the past I left behind because I was to busy to care. The emptiness emerges and caresses me telling me: “Hush, hush, I’m here to comfort you with my cold arms”. I give myself to it. Somehow it is soft as the silk of the dresses she used to wear… -Filippo