Gone with the fallen leaves...

Most of us can't help but live as though we've got two lives to live, one is the mockup, the other the finished version, and then there are all those versions in between. But there's only one, and before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it. And as much as we'd like to believe that we are unique, and our stories unparalleled; in truth, everyone goes through a period of enlightenment - when we take, say, a different turn in life, the other via. Some recover, some pretend to recover, some never come back, some chicken out before even starting, and some, for fear of taking any turns, find themselves leading the wrong life all life long.

Our cold mornings...

Stars don't disappear, they keep blazing...

Maybe it was the alcohol ... maybe it was the truth ... maybe I didn't want things to turn abstract, but I felt I should say it, or write it at least, because this was the time to proclaim it, for it suddenly dawned on me that this was why I have felt so calm for the last year, and why you are the only person I'd like to say goodbye to when I die, since only then will this thing I call my life make any sense. So I did it, just like that. No thought of the repercussions or any feelings of shame. I simply told the truth.

So right before I will forever shut my eyes, I want you to know and understand deeply, that if you remember anything, and if you truly loved me, then before you leave as well, or when you’re just ready to shut the door of us and get into a taxi because you have already said goodbye to everyone else and there’s not a thing left to say in this life, then, just for that moment, turn to me once more, or if I am already gone, envision me in your mind, even in jest, or as an afterthought, which would have meant everything to me when we were together, and, as you did back then, look me in the eyes, hold my gaze, and call me by my name.