Deep wounds

Deep wounds



on Saturday, 20 February 2010 at 17:50


I am breathing the cold air that filters for my window. The words don't serve as anything, now it is the perdition and the desire of loving another. To love you! that are the person that is for me, but for you I am not.



I want to fly far, but my wings are made of iron. I am tied to a feeling of gratitude. I will stay crying, I will stay with very little with enough to live.



For now I will wait, with patience and the hands full with faith, I will wait for a miracle of the existence...