... lacrimae sanguis animae sunt ...
03 October 2007
The sad deduction
I could make you see me, I could leave you find me. I could show you the way and I could even carry you on my shoulders. I swear I would do all that if you wish, but just if you wish.
But you do not want me.
And these days have been too dark and there is something like a dense fog between us, and it keeps us apart. While this cold breeze comes towards me, cooling my hands, cooling my mind, cooling my soul, I can realize we are each day further from each other.
And in my world full of incertainties, darkened by your absence, I am trying to survive. Each new day I realize you will not be mine, I see I am just digging my way…
…towards my grave.