Donnerstag, Dezember 15, 2011

I'm breathing.

Hard. My eyes are tearing up from unslept hours. And you will say goodbye soon. You will know how to go to bed where I don't. You will shut the light and close your eyes, where my head is echoing a thunderstorm. I know. I know. What can I hope for? And do I dare? I'm breathing. Hard. I'm breathing. You'll go. You go, I'll wait! Do I dare? I won't look down, I know the odds. The endless fall, the futile attempts of flying. I'm breathing. And you will say goodbye soon. I know.

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