I thought it was pure.
I thought you were one.
I thought you could see more.
But my thoughts were that, imaginary things of what I expected, made up scenarios of misunderstood words.
The sort of kindness shown and the length of past experiences didn't seem to move the world around, but you did move my face into a smile.
The dark sides, the falling apart, the sickness, the philosophy, the music, the joy, the horrors and dreams. Everything that was in between will stay there, exchanged words that will loose in the air.
J. I. R. C.
11. Jul. 24










