quarta-feira, 14 de agosto de 2013
Shattered Words, Broken Souls - III
Sometimes I ask myself, how could I not regret?
The day we met
The day I allowed us to connect
But did I?
Was it really about a permission
Anykind of power submission ?
Or just that glance...the glance put in this walking vision...
It was never about decision.
I can't regret how much it hurts because that was how much I loved .
Or how much it broke, because it was how much I had .
Or how much it saddens, because it was how much happiness I held.
Enormous, Tremounds Joy To Embody and Breathe a Romance I always wanted to Live.
It made me feel Alive,
How could I regret to have lived and died in a split second, if that same second, made me taste love to it's deepest core.
I just can't.
And I don't hope to understand it, not now, not ever.