In my room, where all the stars glitter from outside the window, where the moon looks like you've always liked it to see, there's emptiness that makes me shiver. There are only memories left, hanging from the ceiling, twinkling like thousand crystal balls. There's a kiss, hiding somewhere near the treshold... There's a glance, the smile and the scent... There's the taste. There are pieces of you all over my room. You've shattered like a glass and there are thousand of them lying on the floor, cutting my feet and making me bleed each time I walk in. Each time I walk into the room of memories. And because I care too much... and because there's still love, now insignificantly pushing through my heart, I'm letting you go. I'm letting you go, because you were never fully mine. And now, in this room full of memories, I'm trying to stop the tears. Tears as sharp as the pieces of glass.
Someday it will stop. It will all stop and release us both. We'll be both free from love and both ready to continue things we've never managed to finish. We'll never be the same again, but California and the desert... will never change.  

 

Wracam z wpisem po angielsku. Wybaczcie, jeśli to wszystko zbyt skomplikowane albo uszkodzone, albo...  po prostu nieczytelne. Uwsteczniłam się z pisaniem i to w stopniu znaczącym, więc sądzę, że nie będę Was w stanie zadowolić tak, jak kiedyś. Nie mniej jednak... witajcie. :)

Proszę jednak, abyście nie traktowali tego jako powrót. To może być jednorazowy "atak", a może początek czegoś nowego. Naprawdę nie wiem... 

Pozdrawiam wszystkich najserdeczniej!

youngwind

Waterford