Whenever there’s a day of silence between us, I fall into the water of the river Goodbye.
I’m thinking you resigned. You got tired and gave up. You decided to stick to your path and not challenge the slim chance of you and me becoming us. This is crazy after all, and life tends to embrace us with its firm reality. This is it. We have to enter past tense and write a book or something. Or jump into a random distraction to just keep the mind busy. Read the rest of this entry »