Thursday, February 25, 2016


It's that exquisite moment
when someone becomes a part of your soul
and the pain
the first time the realness of their absence
hits you
but breathing becomes easy
when you inhale the oxygen they exhale
or the other way around

I came to you like a sea breeze
now I come like a comet
and demand
of you 
to be 

No more games
although there never were

will you bear the simplicity of love?

Credits for the picture go to Zdzisław Beksiński

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