It is late. Looking at my other me, and I take a road I do not know: A small path along the factories and the city-between cutting through the forest. Im just beginning to understand the nature, when all of a sudden, night falls. I am immersed in a world of silence, yet I am not afraid. I fell asleep a few minutes at most, and when I wake up, The sun is out and the forest shines a bright light. I recognize that forest. This is not an ordinary forest, it is a forest of memories. My memories. This white noise and river, my adolescence. These tall trees, the women I loved. These birds flying in the distance, my father disappeared. My memories are not memories. They are there, living near me, they hug me and they dance, sing and smile at me. I look at my hands. I caress my face, and Im 20 years old. And I love like I never loved. Why must you do this to me M83 ffs man.
Posted on: Sun, 01 Dec 2013 01:19:44 +0000
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