viernes, 29 de enero de 2016

Dead Child, CR-VocalesV

I was sure that love was a space, a place to stay forever, secure, secluded from the war outside. But it is not. Love exists, but is not a place to stay.

I can’t compete with a dead child. The force of death always between you and me. And I accept it, I welcome it because it freed me from commitments, from inventions of my brain, from someone who did not resemble me.

Let me read you one last time and I’ll walk away, because darling, I learned to run away a long time ago. I’m not afraid… not anymore.

Welcome writing. I will not compete with a dead child.

CR- VocalesV

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