quarta-feira, 21 de novembro de 2007

believe

I saw you yesterday. And the day before, and before, and before, and before. I saw you last Friday and I've been seeing you for the last 10 years. I saw you yesterday but only in my head. Maybe you were there. Because I couldn't see you with my eyes but with all the rest of my body. I saw you this night too, but in my dreams. You called me and we've talked as we used to.

I see you everyday. In my daily routine. In my clothes, my books, my cds. In places I visit. In songs I listen. In movies I watch. I pretend you are beside me and we are sharing that moment. I see you there. But you are not with me. I see you and I want to see you everyday. When I open my eyes at the very first hours in the morning and when I close them late at night. I want to see you as you really are. Every move, every touch. I want to see you not only with my eyes, but with my entire body. I want to see you again and again. I want to keep in my mind more than that smile you used to give me. That one that makes my heart so small and hot.

And why is that distance? How could you be so selfish? How can't you see all the things we're leaving behind and the ones we're missing? I knew I wouldn't stand long. That sooner or later i wouldn't handle this anymore.

Will it be fair?