This is not a diary any more

Tag: move on


You wrote “dead” and you invited the experience. You asked if I would be there at the very end and you saw that I weren’t.

1. Move on

In my secret dusty catacombs, I sometimes sit and think if there are things I would not do for you. Disturbingly¬†enough, I can’t think of them. I imagine situations, push the limits and see that there is still that¬†extra mile I could go for you.