"of beards and italian translations"
they were at it again, this strange couple swept in a maelstrom of confusing emotions. engaging in verbal swordplay, swirling stirring disturbing the perfect brewed liquid in the coffeecup, cooling it.
my friend said i’m falling.
what do you think?
what do YOU think? you tell me.
no, you go first.
i can’t fall. i’m not allowed to.
who said that?
circumstances dictate it.
then by virtue of circumstance, i heard what you should have said.
what should i have said then?
isn’t speaking for others a bit off? especially when it’s subjective?
i might be. but i can’t allow myself to fall. that candid enough?
then those words would be hidden in the deepest dungeons of us. their silent screams echo between kissing lips. was that more than candid?
i found it sad and stripped of hope.
someday, somehow it will all change.
and why does this scare me?
it scares me as much.
hold me.
*hugs*
i want you to be around forever…
i will be. a free spirit never dies. <trying to make light a powerful statement that had the ability to steal precious seconds off a controlled breathing>
… coz whatever happens i will be for you. but sadly that doesn’t change the fact that <this part deliberately removed>…
*gets more confused by mixed signals*
when i said i will be for you, that’s whatever you do i’ll be right behind, i’ll be always available, for whatever stuff i’m here. this ain’t far from real for me.
that’s…. nice. *sees snapping fingers in front*
what are the snapping fingers for?
reality check.
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