søndag den 30. september 2018

It was two or three at night when we met. I was a wild creature, feverish and spreading my disease remorselessly. I thought we were the same, and I followed you into the dark. You wanted to spend the night with your arms around me. I said no.

I want to go back. I'll close your eyes with my fingers and kiss them so you see a glimpse of the future. Don't let go, we only get this much time.