11706 – again

In the uncertainty and traces of the nights stolen by others, I grow. Even though they were mine from the beginning, I gave them. I had no rights to ask for them so I let everyone think that they were never wanted. That’s how I always was. I have never asked for anything that wasn’t offered. Who should feel guilty? I never get angry nor I blame anyone for my dreams. In every dream I grew up a little. In every fail, I learn how to rise higher.

But the sky remains the same and only two of us know how many fantasies it retained in its colors.



3 thoughts on “11706 – again

      1. Life is good, thanks! Trying to focus on poetry again – reading, writing and living it! 🙂 I’ve missed you too, Sky!! xo


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