Question time has turned into the question of time. This time absorbing his own question is how quickly, just the same time. The questions now exhausted - long time ago - give way to life which we know what it is, what it would be.
If we had to say: a bird in the sky. And we'd be one or the other. But we do not steal, and it rains.
What we wanted - we remember today? - The more we seek? Where is he? What would he find ? Or would it look just the answer?
should think without question, live well. We would say that's life, it's like that, without certainty. And what would life be without blurring issues, real life, perhaps. In
live there any unresolved issues. All forms of doubt, our disabilities known, impossible to hold, the imagined worlds, the possibility of being - we will draw the roads and doors. What we have thought - the smile that confess. Our fears vanished. The energy of the stories, and those to discard, to read, they write. The discovery charms. And we would absolutely
all. By magic, the second would be the first time, without canceling it, where we would live immediately answers, questions from us.
Every gesture, every look, every movement, all life would be like. Air in the fresh air, linen in the sun. Dense life. We would like to and loved. But it rains, we are not birds and we do not fly that dreams ours.
By default, in this life there by night. And their splinters in the day, your flesh untouchable, your shadow is too light, your pale echo.
My lips Stuck in
That and this of you
There, beneath me
Tops, against
Behind, you float
An arc En Ciel
Bendy
You smell?
There at the bottom of the sea
Between your legs
arms of your river
The words of a world
Swallowed ...
Love ghosts has great virtues qu'ignorent the living. There is talk of breath, silence, hugs invented. Densities vanish. From a life upside down where people walk on their heads. The proper order of things, really.
remains a window in which to breathe: it is wrong, life is something else, hopefully. And hope is in the air.
But we miss him. It is not wrong, it's life, land, where we suffocate. Behind the window wall. Of slow suffocation.
We have to dream birds. Dreams of flying.
If we had to say: a bird in the sky. And we'd be one or the other. But we do not steal, and it rains.
What we wanted - we remember today? - The more we seek? Where is he? What would he find ? Or would it look just the answer?
should think without question, live well. We would say that's life, it's like that, without certainty. And what would life be without blurring issues, real life, perhaps. In
live there any unresolved issues. All forms of doubt, our disabilities known, impossible to hold, the imagined worlds, the possibility of being - we will draw the roads and doors. What we have thought - the smile that confess. Our fears vanished. The energy of the stories, and those to discard, to read, they write. The discovery charms. And we would absolutely
all. By magic, the second would be the first time, without canceling it, where we would live immediately answers, questions from us.
Every gesture, every look, every movement, all life would be like. Air in the fresh air, linen in the sun. Dense life. We would like to and loved. But it rains, we are not birds and we do not fly that dreams ours.
By default, in this life there by night. And their splinters in the day, your flesh untouchable, your shadow is too light, your pale echo.
My lips Stuck in
That and this of you
There, beneath me
Tops, against
Behind, you float
An arc En Ciel
Bendy
You smell?
There at the bottom of the sea
Between your legs
arms of your river
The words of a world
Swallowed ...
Love ghosts has great virtues qu'ignorent the living. There is talk of breath, silence, hugs invented. Densities vanish. From a life upside down where people walk on their heads. The proper order of things, really.
remains a window in which to breathe: it is wrong, life is something else, hopefully. And hope is in the air.
But we miss him. It is not wrong, it's life, land, where we suffocate. Behind the window wall. Of slow suffocation.
We have to dream birds. Dreams of flying.
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