Tired of those warm eyes and that smile. The way that smile leaves everything uncertain and makes my courage fly out of the window like a flock of colorful birds every time it brightens my darkness.
Over and over again. And I feel it wont get light for long anymore. I want to close my eyes before that happens so I wouldn't be sad in the darkness.
I don't feel happy but I feel relieved. One soul doesn't always reflect the other, even when it feels like it does, even when it's meant to.
That soul wasn't what I thought it was.
I'm happy it is what it is.
I'm happy for the time together.
On the meadows, with moonbeams falling on us.
One telling the other everything about it's life. And the other loving every bit of it.
I loved the trips to foreign countries.
I hated when I woke up.
But it was better than taking the trip alone.
Things like that you don't forget. Things like that are magical. I can't promise I will remember forever. But I think.... I do think I will remember the feeling even after many many years.
Or then again, maybe I wont.
But I still have the hug I got in Japan. And I feel the warmth of the hand from walking in Africa.
I don't regret at all. That's for those who don't live with passion.
I lived and that light in the dark was my passion.
I just wish I wasn't the only one remembering those nights I flew through the streets.
:) goodbye
"Moonbeam" by Men Without HatsYou, you were on a moonbeam
Me, I was on a star
Gee everything was blue, blue-green
Because everything was far
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