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Yesterday my instagram was permanently deleted. Another piece of me captured in time, no longer retrievable. This month my table has captured many pieces of mine, parts i never thought would ever be frozen in time.

#Ramble #Spotify

It stains my body from within

#Anatomy #Made my be

Nevaeh

Several floors in a building that i could step onto. Huge building, with tons of rooms on each floor.

Each floor carries a name, asides from its number it comes with another name.

The elevator my guide, my angel. Me the chooser, my hands the movers, my fate simply resting on my dead ends.

A huge building with a large number of rooms.

Plenty of choice, and yet i find myself standing still in an elevator i was sure i would leave as quick as i entered it. Like a woman with a job i came in running, dropped my belongings ready to enter my number. But as my finger rose, the colder i felt, the more my hand began to shake And the more i began to forget.

Suddenly this elevator gained a greater value, the red walls were no longer walls that were painted red. Now it’s red that infiltrated its way onto them. Suddenly the old flickering lamp above wasn’t merely old. No.. It was the oldness that decided to rest its shadowy coat over my head. While it shone above many that entered this space, it somehow lost its light above me.

Suddenly i could no longer look.

Suddenly i was forced to see. And here i am, with a perfectly functioning elevator, here i stand no longer knowing what it is to be human. Here i stand with a different language. Here i stay with my lost mind.

This all led me to the only one thing i can trust, an object that is understood in every possible language. Here i stand in front of the mirror. And I could’ve sworn there was no one when i came in this space.

So i forgot my number, my light is now a shadow, my walls are overtaken and you succeeded in forcing me to see you.

Such cruelty..

I can tell that you have cried on your way to here, tell me am i really that painful to face? I can tell that you have no idea how you ended here, your pajama visible, your body barely awake.. Someone kissed you goodnight yesterday too.. That faint light on your forehead screams the last kiss of your lover. Not a hug is visible either. You woke up too late.

You came here for a proper goodbye didn’t you.. Or a hello, good day at work.. But you don’t remember the number, so you no know which floor to face. You didn’t take much from that forehead kiss. And now you stand in front of me, with a soft kiss lingering on your forehead, thinking that it would be just one before the 100 other ones you were hoping to get.

But it’s too late.. You woke up too late.

Que engraçado, lembro-me de muitas coisas, menos as mais importantes. A última coisa que trocámos foi algo de que tinha esquecido completamente. Não foi mais do que um beijo de despedida, mas como é que me esqueci disso... Talvez uma parte de mim já soubesse... E que esquecer aquele beijo doeria menos mais tarde. Mas agora lembro-me. Mas já é tarde, tarde demais.

J.