June 16th, 2010
Sometimes I feel like I’m in love with a ghost or with a thought. Not too sure which one is worse. Day after day I’m waiting for something different. Special is a big word in this context. I’m not going to use it just yet. But yes, I’m waiting for something. I promise, I’m trying my best to hint what I want, what I need, but I get tired as well.
brave enough to write all down, I feel like I will become too personal and it is something, that perhaps I should avoid in this moment in time. Sometimes the house becomes quiet. You can hear people typing around. You can hear the wind, you can hear the sound of the city that invades our private space when the windows are open. You can hear the empty space that is getting lost in the shade of the intense night, that soon enough is going to cover us, again. Read the rest of this entry »