It freaks me out a bit knowing that I’m not able to recognize you anymore. Seeing you and not being sure. It puts everything in perspective. Because you were once the person who knew me from inside out. Who knew my ways and my biggest fears. You were for the most part of my life my closest friend. We could spend days and days, time and time again, cherishing each other. In unison. And so today you passed right by me. I think you saw me. Not really sure. I almost didn’t see you either. And I’m still not sure if it was you or if was just a trick from my mind. There was a time when I could see you from far away. Right away. Not anymore. And it hurts just a little knowing how much we’ve lost being apart. Even if we could not find a way when it still made some sense. Oh well, life fucking goes on.
Because the second you decide to do it you will be lost. Because our minds and our bodies cannot live without the warmness of love. And you will perish. Maybe not now. Maybe not tomorrow. But you will perish if you don’t feel love in any way. Any word. Any hand. Any day. You might think otherwise now but don’t let the ego fool you. Because you will soon reach a point where you won’t be able to breathe. And it will eat you from inside. With ease. So free yourself and feel it. In the smallest details. In the smallest gesture. You will find it. And if you are faithful to his way you will always be cherished. Always.
Note: Photography taken at the Louvre Museum’s Gardens, Paris.
I still remain the same. You call this what you want. You can call me anything you want. Call me when you need me.