When you are not here my heart aches with pain from a healed wound. But then again, when you’re here my wound opens and bleads without an end. I remember sometimes how beautifully we were dancing by the sea, how your hand was waving back at me and how cold your hands were because your heart was warm with love for me. Mine were always warm like my heart. Oh you silly girl you were young and a child back then.
What is time and what are we now? Time passes feelings grow stronger. But there’s a point with no return, when you’re heart has nothing left to say. And I am spending all my evenings gazing at the sea, wishing to the night to hide my sorrow and smile at me. Searching for a star to whisper my wish, though I know luck won’t help me.
Every nightfall comes and goes. And my heart grows emptier with every sunset. I wish I could stop time at that moment I was trembling or even fast forward these moments that all they do is simply causing pain. I could give all I had for you once upon a time. But now our fairytale is transforming to a black ghost flying at this tender night. And Goya is smiling towards us from his grave, and my heart feels like it’s been ripped out and devoured from an evil face.
And how I long to disappear. Pack my things and leave this place. Leave my memories beside my letters. Every goodbye comes with pain and every letter I had written was full with crave. But now the sun has long set for us. And my tears are flying away. Some bitter smiles and a childish voice reminds us of who were. And the world seems so different now that we’re not the same.