For an instant I remained breathless, while in retrospective I could not distinguish my own self through the exactable chaos of life. I hang back, gasping I found my self
thirsty for love. My eyes were weeping like never before but I could not turn back the time, it was careless of my thoughts, my feelings and meanwhile it had created some silent wrinkle close to my
eye that with it’s mutely had started talking about the betrayed of the age. With my grief I had jumped over the carriage of the past while the air was getting so thickened in my chest that
for a moment I thought that life it self had forgotten its mundane duty sitting on a lonely bench, decayed from the tears of my soul.
The strange remedy of hatred has suddenly started to touch all the paths of my life and I felt happy, infinitely happy. I well knew that over that chair of the street in which I
waited for you every night you would show up filling my soul with endless happiness, but what I didn’t knew was that that chair of mine was so divine that even earth couldn’t carry long in its
I had longed for you, searching in every side of my spirit that even my self I had fatigued over time escaping towards love. And through my prayers I knew God had given you to
me making me live while I was alive. So I touched you, I felt you through my whole being , I loved you when I thought I didn’t have any more love left in me. And I
loved you even more when I understand that you had the same human or inhuman feeling for me.
I loved you through this eternal happiness, in this immortality of our love, and with you I even started to love my mortal life.
I madly fell in love with the night, following your shadow, forgetting my self into the blithering path of my own feeling.
We stayed gathered like a solid statue to outlive what we had once lost, once into that time we didn’t even knew each other.but when your sickness did touch you over our
happiness, and that joy of ours remained just a mirror of the past in which it would reflect my own sorrow, i would simpy accept the contempt of my happiness, with my destiny mocking me while
it slowely was taking you away from me.
With the same sight and faith i had prayed to god to brink you next to me i raised my head to worship GOD , but in differencethis time i prayed to make my pain much
easier, to make me be able to live throught this livable challenge that would let me live through the alive onces even, knowing very well inside i was dead.
Life in death it was monstrous, but death in love it was even more monstrous.,
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