Breathing lessons.
It's just these days... when you're so clouded that you can not see the lyrics of the road because the rain has rinsed the asphalt. And you have nothing to think of. And your hands are still frozen. And you want so much to get out and tell your story, so that a piece of you won't be that lonely.
There are other days, when you think that "you can't, and you will never be able to". And you feel that, your air is missing from another who is worth it more than you.
When you hold your breath yourself, you bear more than when someone else keeps you underwater. It may be because you know that you do not have control. It may also be because you see one person in front of you: death and life. But death always wins in the end. So all the tales ... are rejected.
You can easily make a comparison between tears and rain. Tears are full of words ... and salt. Raindrops are empty and work as tearmessengers. I'm upposed to know where they go. I ... I'm not sure.
Chased by ... I don't know what.
There are other days, when you think that "you can't, and you will never be able to". And you feel that, your air is missing from another who is worth it more than you.
When you hold your breath yourself, you bear more than when someone else keeps you underwater. It may be because you know that you do not have control. It may also be because you see one person in front of you: death and life. But death always wins in the end. So all the tales ... are rejected.
You can easily make a comparison between tears and rain. Tears are full of words ... and salt. Raindrops are empty and work as tearmessengers. I'm upposed to know where they go. I ... I'm not sure.
Chased by ... I don't know what.
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