you put traces of your past in boxes,
and then the boxes under your bed.
then you lay down on your bed, trying to sleep.
but you can do nothing and everything, you can't put your memories in boxes.
♥ Pensez à vous abonner au suivi par e-mail de votre commentaire, car malheureusement je ne reçois pas vos coordonnées et je ne peux rien vous offrir de mieux qu'un commentaire-réponse. ♥
... i will try to do my best to be here & there for you
RépondreSupprimerThis is not only written for myself.
RépondreSupprimerA bit for me.
And much for the Other.
Whom probably will never read those lines.
But in the thousands i write, i don't know why, i needed to publish those four.
And many others, now.
(BUT i do receive every words of love and friendship, and be sure i put they in boxes i won't hide under my bed. ♥ )