where did i go wrong?
which turn did i miss?
which gut feeling didn't i pursue?
which open window did i ignore?
why does it feel like i'm always too little too late?
why does it feel like i'm in the right place, but at the wrong time?
why does it seem like people trying to comfort end up saying the same (painful) things over and over?
it's like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife
give me a word to keep me warm at night...
1 comment:
... des mots pour te donner de la chaleur, la nuit, quand tout est calme et rien ne s'arrete...
je t'embrasse
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