Saturday, June 25, 2011

to follow

You were not leaving, there was no one left to follow.

And we talked about following,

and I lost my opinion about it,

because it´s like borrowing someone else’s dream to leave.

I get a push, I get a free ride.

You stopped the time in the room.

You stretched it until you left,

and then the time started to rush forward with the speed of light.

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