And although I thought one day we’ll be better, this day still hasn’t happened. Our greatest achivements, they are stillborn. Quite not a failure, but just this simplistic and doomed conflict of interests. A bumpy road we travelled, with silence. Still, I love you. And this is a fuel that estimulates me to persist. Persist. A little leap of faith; and a homeric, harmful and ungrateful charge of tenderness. It is a gift, from me to you.
By now, I can hold only two fears: does it ends? And if it does: when?
By now, I can hold only two fears: does it ends? And if it does: when?


