to your morning voice

I do not know what is going to write tonight. When I spell words, I feel sick; continue to sink into a meditative resignation does not explain anything. The lights are glowing along weary night, infiltrates dreams, the love that always hidden.  I felt your voice—arrogantly eliminating me last morning.

Can I enter an empty hall once again? Is it too late?

I do not understand why all happened in a few seconds so quickly. The time playing with memories that has been moored. Consciousness is not also put the guts, let me alone, the situation is impossible to see you again. The spark of your love is increasingly buried in silence soul.

A moment may bring me back to it's original direction. Putting my heart sigh breath on your beautiful face. Framing every question in the purple crumb at the end of the semester. Like an old times, like the time when I still deny  everything, there was nevertheless love ...

Early today, the night is reluctant to leave the dark, when the morning never arrived and the sun comes. Ascetic moment, penetrated into the inner silence, solitude, continues to want me to run indefinitely. Removing again, and set-pieces of broken face that continues to haunt my solitude. For you I am still here, although I know, I’m nothing for you.

  "I'm not kissing you good bye ..."