You stop that stupid. You just looked over your nose and you noticed that everything that you wanted to shake off, he is coming back like a boomerang. You're just the center of gravity orbits perennial that let go of what you thought you no longer belonged.
You ungrateful: I thought it was easy to repay what they've done for you, I thought it was even just turn your back on a long time. But look a bit 'round. What is there left? What is it, maybe you tell me who made you feel good without me even for a short time? Tell me the truth: every time you needed me, are they not been there with you? Believed that the surrogate would offset that you're surrounded the whole vacuum that would leave you my final disappearance?
Did you stop at last. Now you can still hear my voice and you wonder why. Now I can talk to or touch the bodies, counting the beats of your heart rot. Do you feel the breath of my soul light that regenerates the wounds that still bleed? I have always been with you, inside you, I've never left alone. I am familiar with your weaknesses, your deceit, your fears, your cramps and your shame. You finally realize that you're a useless substitute, a temporary compensation, alienating a feeling: you eat, you drink and leave without paying. Sure will come back, who would not. But do not rush, do not let the wind drag away my voice. I'm into you and you can not get rid of me.
palaces in your body long as you never have to fear anything.
you stopped. Hear my voice, hear your thoughts. Let stroking in and donated to me yet. Abandoned and come back to me. I am always here for you, I've seen you know? I watched you smile, you feel tight, I felt your body was rejecting me, snuggled up and tried to expel them. I believed then that my task was finished. But you come back to me. And I can not do without you.
Contribution of view: "Connections " Piercarlo Carelle, 2006
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