29 March 2011

into my neck, into my chest


why am I here?

you forgot so soon. too soon. now I look and don't understand. every trace on your face. I don't recognize. I don't remember. but anyways, today trees blossomed. out of the grey instead of the blue. it rained and there were blossomed trees everywhere.
what if I never get there? what do I do now? how do I get there? I forgot about my journey, my every day step. I wish I had the time to do this in a proper manner. and faster. but it takes such a long time. with ups and downs, with so many wounds and bad days. it will be over at some point, but how can I bring that ending closer? go to bed now. maybe tomorrow you'll remember the journey. sleep tight.

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