Ni ella ni yo pensamos disculparnos por nuestras palabras. No se disculpa el sol aunque queme ni la luna aunque en ocasiones aterre. Yo amo, todo aquello que pueda ser amable, y como me rehúso a esconderme, he aquí mi escape.

24 ene. 2014

16/12/13
Then,
who I am,
who you are,
who we are,
they never seemed to match.
You, me, all the left behind,
we have all stayed in the abyss.
We wait and we fall,
we rise and we stand.
We are what we are,
there's no way back.
There's no changing over once we've left.
See the sky.
It knows.
Heaven above, there's something for us.
We have stayed down here for far too long.
Time is now for us to go back.
Time is now for us to go home.

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