Monday, January 2, 2012

1000. *to the sky and back.*

Sunt 1000 de zile de cand am fost despartite. Tie ti-au oferit stelele si luna, iar mie pamantul si ploile. Ce rost mai au cuvintele in fata unui suflet secat? Ce as putea sa cer, la ce-as putea sa renunt, doar ca sa pot sa iti mai ating mana fina sau macar sa iti vad ochii calzi? Cui sa te cer inapoi?

Sometimes we'd be at the same place at exactly the same time and I can almost hear her voice. It’s like I'm touching her. I like to believe she knows I'm there. That's all you get. That's it. Moments with the people you love. And they'll move on and you'll want them to move on. But still, that's all you get. Moments.

And sometimes I still feel you here. When I'm walking in the living room and I'm glimpsing at photos of you. I can feel your presence there with me. I can feel your hand on my shoulder, a thin aer surrounding me with calmness. They might think I'm crazy, but I know that you're still around, always watching over me.

You'll never really leave me, even though I can't see you or touch you anymore.

They can't tear apart our connexion, our love will go beyond these fucked up laws of nature.

...pana in cer si inapoi, chinezul meu!