On hurry ...
Counting every step lightly on many gravel roads
Or simply,
Counting last moments of life ... Open surfing
A little vague at the end of the deserted streets,
There is one shadow self embrace small shoulders own
... Stay steps
... Not tired
Or simple ...
... Being forgotten emotion in the heart ...
Small steps ... Streets deserted quiet honking loudly each evening, no longer tired and lazy cats, nor residual warmth of the young couple. Evening wind much lower, others self count his footsteps!
Go slowly, to see the cold of night incipient iron se ... Slow down, to catch every breeze kisses the little face ... At a little ... for whisper quiet sound of late night take Hearing push ... Where little lonely King, sent in the footsteps of nostalgia silently. There are heavy hearts, but more pleasant injured person before her was not injured. I'd love to cast shadows - where anyone, including you and me - never find it again.
Late at night, no longer see large buses drove only delivery crushing tone of sad old man selling bread overripe cast intestine. I did not cry, because I was a simple strong girl, but I only see one sad ... and glimmering head trauma situation. I hurt in my heart ... the girl's bright, she's strong aggressive twenties, has little of the inconsequential passionate nowhere. I only trade but does not define what is to be injured. Affordable ... injured ... is "Remember to lose sleep, are run with incredible speed, to topple barriers such as world championships" ?
Parting, I'm not crying or begging him stop. Basically telling them the color of my eyes. Em - emotional breaking in the sun pale twilight sad! And you walk. I step, no matter where they go alone, I tried to send it back to love in the dust, trying to go nostalgia at every turn cold bug.
Sunset off. Street nestled quietly in the darkness was too lonely. Suburban street ... where the yellow sun no longer is when vehicles do not appear on the roads. His calm ... you!
I do not know how long it went myself, but I do not feel sore feet, nor was heartbroken. Maybe ... hearts were cold and reasonable? Early summer monsoons not too hasty blow, knock on the door frame buses murmur. Accidentally trips not stop - the last trip! The days of love, do not slow walk on the road collecting as other couples. He pointed at me on a crowded bus to suffocation, quietly go to the sun going around pale ..
Parting, coffee does not taste sweet day. There is little sunshine collecting gently tying run in the bitterness of coffee breaks. Fresh coffee is when you next. Acrid bitter coffee when I was lonely! Stir a cup of coffee, my heart remembers well the time ripples are injured ... And I suddenly realized ... only sweet coffee when milk!
On the rain poured down ... not too big. Wind chimes doorstep you emit sound to vibrate. But ... do not see the audience! I do not remember anymore, but they still trade wind chimes still have two guys someday enjoy the soothing sounds of it. Now ... what about her children!
I hope some peace at the end of the alley absence. City - without noisy vehicles or voice of laughing ... just vague vaporous light itself drawn to me. I'm not ruined after parting, I only superficial and sadness. There is little wind makes me shiver down ... suddenly yourself to throw away the remembrance, the little loved one has perturbed ...
