Every second. Before every second was just another one without you. This absence was so oppressive I could hardly concentrate. The moments I did not feel your absence were scarce. I missed you so.I still miss you but I know you are getting back to me. Each second makes you get closer to me. I'm waiting for that moment you just take me in your arms. It's getting closer every second.
This is getting crazy. I have time and therefore I think. I have too much time to think then I need to write. It's the blackhole of my feelings, the expression of my emotions, an exit before it takes over me. Or is it the other way around? That I am basking in my feelings and pain, my way to not turn the page, keep things unchanged.
Who knows. Not me. I know nothing.
Mellie, may 2007
Yet again another text about time and waiting for someone. But, of course, we all know that some situations are prone for writing. The basic examples are fall in love, death, sadness, break-up, or simple lack of activiy like I say here.
ReplyDeleteThis is the reason why I still posted that text : I thought the last part was interesting and introduced a new subject.
A new subject about which I will hopefully post again soon (in French though I must admit).