What I can remember is a lot like water, trickling down into beautiful colors.
You make me restless.
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‘You wander around on the street, absorbed in your own thoughts without having the time neither the will or the simple curiosity to look at other people. Just a second, one snapshot would nonetheless be enough to catch one piece of mind, the frailty of a mere thought. What is her or his story? Can I only guess it? What about the people they know, the places where they go, their fears and dreams? To which point can one imagine them by just looking at those anonyms? Does the eye of the camera have the power to sketch their stories on a single shot?’
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Forgetting.
It’s like you can feel me forgetting you. Every time I put you more and more in the past, erase more and more of your fingertips from the grasp of my heart, you somehow find a way back into my life. You text me, call me. Anything you can do to try to tighten your grasp; because you know I am never looking back at you, or anyone. And here you are, proclaiming what you always do, but don’t worry my dear, I know how to lie too.
