Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
I am made of little rooms full of thoughts, emotions and memories. You cannot define me by listening to me оnce. I’m too complex.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because –
because – I don’t know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve оn the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don’t leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you’ll have gone so far
I’ll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
The gap between compassion and surrender is love’s darkest, deepest region.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
And maybe we are just like the sun and the moon - deeply in love with each other but too different to exist side by side.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, оn some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand оne another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
I just wanna lay next to you
And listen to the beat of your heart
I just wanna close my eyes
And fall asleep in your arms
I just wanna feel you
And just forget the world
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
Butterflies cannot see their wings. But the rest of the world can.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
Look, let me put it this way: with me, you`re number оne and there isn`t even a number two.
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