January 16, 2013

We just let go eachother and now we are trying to awaken ourselves from the coma.
Dreams never end. Often they come to see me
tomorrow will be an unusual day.
They will be here with me and I will keep them tight.
For them, the night seems much longer than our nights and we wait patiently and we champ at the bit stressed to see the day.
We are just tender patch of flesh, bones and fears. More than ever.
Your influence on me is oppressive.
I am here. We are here.
The light seeps through the great white window and the time goes slowly.
And we keep on waiting the day.

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