Away from here she is fake, she can't look herself in the mirror. she don't see through the glass; through me; through my mind, soul and heart. She don't talk too much. She is a quiet river waiting for a waterfall of emotions and feelings. She smile for nothing. She exist in a perfect moment every day. She maybe isn't a human. She maybe came from stars. She maybe cry tears of moondust... And maybe, just maybe, she can hold me in the sidereal space for entire life with only one kiss of her lips...

I don't believe anymore in these words... but you can see me here, repeating each letter; each phrase; each feeling I can write in your skin...until the end of this thinking.

tears of you

Don't cry... Each tear you make, each word you say, each breathe, each dream of us, each step you take... Everything you do, you think and feel, are mine... Perhaps sometimes I'll let you down, but maybe I'll love you for a long time, I don't know how much or how long... But take my hand, take this risk... I'm afraid but I want break the fear and hold your hand...