I guess I’ll see you next lifetime. I’ll be there.

Esti la cel putin a7a incercare de a scrie ceva coerent. Si asta pentru ca nici macar acum nu reusesti sa gandesti asa. Flash-uri, deja vu-uri si fiori. La foc mic. Reteta dezastrului. Te pierzi usor, te retragi tot mai mult, te ascunzi in tine. Gesturi sacadate, rupte din imaginar. Lacrimi.
Intrebari. Curaj. Minciuna.
Vis.
Sunete. Goluri. Maini. Iluzii. Slo’ mo’.

Si daca te-ai privi prin alti ochi, ai vedea ca nu esti fericita. Si ai sti ca nu esti mai frumoasa cand plangi.

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