I wake in my sleep and say hello You look around and wonder, is that me or my walking ghost There is any difference left between me and my ghost. A thin line between my presence and absence
I could swear I saw him lighting his cigarette, just yesterday. In a blue benetton t-shirt, just the one I've always wanted to pick up for him, the way I've wanted to know him all my life. And I could swear I saw him. he paused a moment to lower his head and cup his hands around the cig and the light. and my heart twisted so painfully that I couldn't help the sting in my eyes. there is a very very thin line between his presence and his absence. I just can't seem to comprehend.
very beautiful, perfectly expressed lines Anjie, especially after my little blue vision yestarday.
I could swear I saw him lighting his cigarette, just yesterday. In a blue benetton t-shirt, just the one I've always wanted to pick up for him, the way I've wanted to know him all my life. And I could swear I saw him. he paused a moment to lower his head and cup his hands around the cig and the light. and my heart twisted so painfully that I couldn't help the sting in my eyes.
ReplyDeletethere is a very very thin line between his presence and his absence. I just can't seem to comprehend.
very beautiful, perfectly expressed lines Anjie, especially after my little blue vision yestarday.
....just let it breathe in you and exhale it at its own pace. don't use logic
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