Reblogged from Max S. Volonté Blog:
I can’t stand in this empty room anymore where the windows are closed where the bottles run dry too soon where I can’t breathe where there’re books looking at me where pictures leave their marks on the walls where there aren’t any exit door where I catch cold where you’re not in where there’s no love where I’m still going down this spiral where there’s no music where we can’t talk where we can’t listen where we can’t see the sea where there’s not a smell of coffee where the sun can’t come in where there is …
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Thanks Gab, you’re too kind.
This is so encouraging for me…