joi, iunie 17

i don't know who you are, but i...

how often should i ask you:

do you remember?
why did/didn't you...

remember that sound?
remember the colors?
remember the wind on the skin?
...remember the hurt?

why? why didn't you...?

i remember. this night is like a reminder. it rains. it's beautiful. and i found that song. and i've already slept, so...
i feel the past in my bones. what a weird feeling.

if anyone knew how much i want my hopes and dreams to come true this time...
but it's like the story about the boy that cried, wolf!.

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