On time, because worth Purge by the tears of time, a body longs for eternal love. The city is agitated tonight, the moon is new and the power hunts. Again so long the waiting is thrill, powerless of a desire that doesn’t mean a thing anymore. Unnaccesibility doesn’t strike coeurs for a mist, the person you are waiting so bad to see doesn’t exist no more. To build trust is an easy thing, but time who has it ? Time before was on other arms, of a will that was selfless, someone disenterested gave you something no one will ever give you again. Time Benevolently suffering for desires, carefully taking all the steps that are getting somewhere without the garantee that somewhere will be a place to stay a state of life, which means to take another step of learning, another path of yearning all the selves you left behind all the ones that you are going to leave behind. Love Love never was a state to be (at least now I don’t feel any but somewhere of because is detach from the Bearing a sorrow further than where it should a body full of it’s hopes, now is is taken from it’s function to
happy joy) pain self. be, empty feel.
Worth How much time to To stand on the side of love, Nothing is to be await, at the end this A long path that if we must Feelings will come harder and longer, shocking they and that’s it, from moment to moment, Nothing
be if is
it’s what we still
walk and leave just let
a it
away ? pure. have. go, so. go, gap cross.