evening in late august
the air is cold and smells like fall
her hand in his walking slowly on a poorly lit road
“to the tree there, no futher.” she says
they stand still, holding eachother
as his tears begins apear in his eyes he see a leeve fall from the tree
“all things end, everything fall at some point.” he thinks
and then; he looks into her eyes and everything fades away
all they have done togheter
all the things they have said fades away and leaves only the truth:
“I love you.”
they kiss, not for the first time, but maybe, with their hearts and souls
“we can’t do this. not now.” she says with tears falling from her eyes
he knows and so they let go and she starts to walk
he screams on the inside but say’s nothing more
he starts to walk home
alone he walks, with tears on his face
and from the sky comes a rain, not of water, but of sadness.
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Jag kan inte skriva mer. T?rarna slutar inte falla och jag kan knappt se tangenterna. Det kanske dr?jer n?gra dagar tills n?sta anteckning, just nu k?nns det mest meningsl?st att skriva, sa precis farv?l till Tess och det var nog jobbigare ?n vad jag n?gonsin trodde att det skulle vara. Jag beh?ver n?gra dagars ?terh?mtning k?nns det som. Men det kanske bara ?r just nu, imorgon kanske allt ser ljusare ut. Kanske, men jag tvivlar. Jag skulle s?ga att jag fikar g?rna och att jag faktiskt skulle beh?va lite st?d fr?n mina v?nner just om n?gon av dem bodde kvar i stan, vilket dom inte g?r. Fuck this. I’m gonna try to get drunk, visste att det var en bra ide att bes?ka systembolaget idag.
