"...Corred hacia mi, espiritus de pensamientos asesinos.... Cambiadme de sexo, y desde la punta de los pies a la cabeza, llenadme de la más implacable crueldad..."

viernes, 30 de septiembre de 2016

I think

I think when it's all over, it just comes back in
flashes, you know? It's like a kaleidoscope of memories, it
just all comes back, but he never does.

I think part of me knew the second
I saw him that this would happen.

It's not really anything he said, or anything he did.
It was the feeling that came along with it, and craziest thing
is I don't know if I'm ever gonna feel that way again,
but I don't know if I should.

I knew his world moved too fast, and burned too bright, but I
just thought, how can the devil be pulling you toward
someone who looks... so much like an angel when he smiles
at you. Maybe he knew that when he saw me.
I guess I just lost my balance.
I think that the worst part of 
it all wasn't losing him,
it was losing me.

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