ascha

The faces of people living here. The streets that used to mean something. I feel like I'm living a parallel life to the one that I really really want to live. They talk to me, they ask me, I try to explain and then I give up. It has been "only" three months they say and all the "how can you know" and blah blah. It has been an eternity of paradise and I do know and there is no explaining to them. I wish I could hold your hand, touch your neck, forehead to forehead, closed eyes and breathe you in. I found myself in you, in us, and now I am completely lost. Nothing makes sense and everything is plain and dull. I want to talk to you all the time, I want to share random thoughts with you because when you listen, when you smile, when you mock and when you cry I feel alive.     ..