domingo, 28 de fevereiro de 2010

Passenger

It only happens when I'm alone. It comes smoothly, like a gentle whisper in my ear, inviting me to go with it, and I accept.
I breathe in deeply, and it fills my lungs, I breathe out and it's like the whole world was covered in fog. The fog does not fade, but I can see more clearly, I feel like I cannot be harmed.
It's a pity it lasts for a few seconds.
I would give everything to live with this sensation every single day of my life.
But hey, you can't always get what you want, right.