I remember my 'magic moment' - that instant when a 'yes' or a 'no' can change one's life forever. it seems so long ago now. if only i could tear out my heart and hurl it into the current, then my pain and longing would be over, and i could finally forget.
Perhaps love makes us old before our time - or young, if youth has passed. but how can i not recall those moments? that is why i write - to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance.
My hands are freezing, my legs are numb, and every minute i want to stop.
May my tears run just as far as my heart does. Only then will the water extinguish what the flames have written.
"Seek to live. Remembrance is for the old," he said.
cr : Coelho's
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