Light coma in the morning, the excess alcohol the night before still rumbling in my stomach. I was still in the nebulae, I did not want to leave also for fear of remembering the evening (or not remember). The sound of sheets which has ruffled me yet extracted. I try to remember is good, I located. I return to my coma when a hand came on my neck, a frail and gentle hand, sometimes hesitant. Instantly I was surprised, it was a long time since I had not felt that sensation. And I got very quickly pleased. Really. Just a small gesture, a gesture con, basic, and everything calms down.
I would have liked it to last forever, just because I was good, everything was so clear, that I thought of nothing, that he, too, I suppose. Because to give a little love without consequence, briefly, is the only thing you may have, we can grant itself, the rest being reserved for "other". I can not have it. I have to settle on his part as the part of anyone else. That's really the story of my life that, taking the minimum, even if it is bad because I know I will never again. LORD leitmotif.
I would have liked it to last forever, just because I was good, everything was so clear, that I thought of nothing, that he, too, I suppose. Because to give a little love without consequence, briefly, is the only thing you may have, we can grant itself, the rest being reserved for "other". I can not have it. I have to settle on his part as the part of anyone else. That's really the story of my life that, taking the minimum, even if it is bad because I know I will never again. LORD leitmotif.
Mood: ill.
RB: Adam Green - Bleeding heart.μ
Pic: Patrick Wolf .
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