We say that we walk, but we note .
We note from the rubble, ruin ordinary, anything that goes across it.
I write with him. I listen, and its lightness is tragic. Quiet and tragic. Out goes the time still.
I write from a place where I'm not, I write elsewhere. Do you know what trouble lay his notes to the window - I do not see you that there -? And you hear me, do you see me?
write probably nothing . Write it anyway. For nothing is like living life too. But all the sadness going on.
They were beautiful last night - is violent youth who has lost it. They smiled. I smiled too, was good. Death too, sitting at ease in the huge armchair. She drank, smoked, and devoured my time.
The large dog in the night and we assumed a sky so deep we could not belong, that loneliness came from there, our feet into the earth. Our skins too close, our eyes weary of our excesses restarted every time when everything did not want that yet afford. We offenses our arms are too short, our hands less agile. Our fates of strange animals and lost.
And you and your love of kid, ran, came quickly, with your eyes of childhood. What a joy to see you, talk to you, listen. To learn what you little overwhelming that you simply give.
At the other end of the world, near lakes dark and cold, they walk. They do not care whether it was under a lead, they walk together on this, seen here, seems to be the Moon, they say. It is just across the ocean to get there one must first fly, they say. So I'll fly. I can.
This all comes as a word and turn up the chimeras. What name them? We tried to escape again without success. The half-beat is not overcome, and we do not win. So keep them away is best.
Sadder than forgetting you is what falls with him in what will eventually have never existed. It is a birth and a death in reverse. We can not even write that we existed, we can not write anything or think about it. Or that one day we died, because nobody came to us from being just never came. Never. One day we will never come. We will never have had any other life .
should know what to say tear the inconceivable loss of all hope, the conviction to live his remains. Say it without trembling, without tears or affectation, without asking. Will promise not to be ill. Se malporter. No longer just get up, but walking.
And the other world after the votes that chance left to reach dreams. One, cherish it. It may be that not just get up. That walk.
We note from the rubble, ruin ordinary, anything that goes across it.
I write with him. I listen, and its lightness is tragic. Quiet and tragic. Out goes the time still.
I write from a place where I'm not, I write elsewhere. Do you know what trouble lay his notes to the window - I do not see you that there -? And you hear me, do you see me?
write probably nothing . Write it anyway. For nothing is like living life too. But all the sadness going on.
They were beautiful last night - is violent youth who has lost it. They smiled. I smiled too, was good. Death too, sitting at ease in the huge armchair. She drank, smoked, and devoured my time.
The large dog in the night and we assumed a sky so deep we could not belong, that loneliness came from there, our feet into the earth. Our skins too close, our eyes weary of our excesses restarted every time when everything did not want that yet afford. We offenses our arms are too short, our hands less agile. Our fates of strange animals and lost.
And you and your love of kid, ran, came quickly, with your eyes of childhood. What a joy to see you, talk to you, listen. To learn what you little overwhelming that you simply give.
At the other end of the world, near lakes dark and cold, they walk. They do not care whether it was under a lead, they walk together on this, seen here, seems to be the Moon, they say. It is just across the ocean to get there one must first fly, they say. So I'll fly. I can.
This all comes as a word and turn up the chimeras. What name them? We tried to escape again without success. The half-beat is not overcome, and we do not win. So keep them away is best.
Sadder than forgetting you is what falls with him in what will eventually have never existed. It is a birth and a death in reverse. We can not even write that we existed, we can not write anything or think about it. Or that one day we died, because nobody came to us from being just never came. Never. One day we will never come. We will never have had any other life .
should know what to say tear the inconceivable loss of all hope, the conviction to live his remains. Say it without trembling, without tears or affectation, without asking. Will promise not to be ill. Se malporter. No longer just get up, but walking.
And the other world after the votes that chance left to reach dreams. One, cherish it. It may be that not just get up. That walk.
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