and for once, i don’t want to write about these things.
cause if i write, they leave me. and somethings I just wish to embrace within me. not writing cause I wouldn’t want it to leave me. wrapped in the warmth of it. not writing it.ever felt so? do you write?
this make me think, how many of such things with the poets, writers, people .. be unwritten .. only to be felt so close.going with me to grave, are these unwritten feelings. I will rest in peace, for sure – I can say now.