Home Soon

I’m counting the hours… Every hour that passes gives me hope and rejoices my soul… it brings me a step closer to you. Your memory is alive in my mind and from time to time you escape the bony prison you’re held in and run around playing tricks on my senses, making me believe that if I were to stretch my arms I will be able to feel more than a fading illusion of your body. People pass me by, and I pass them by in ignorance because all I want to see, and all I see, is you, your image is engraved on my retina, your perfume is the only thing my nose recognizes, and only your touch can make my body feel again. Wait for me… I’ll be home soon!

S-ar putea sa-ti placa si acestea

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