This city doesn’t come to you
You have to seek out the city
The bubble will burst if you go too fast
You will leave me again
I know this now
The return to self to
Begin again alone
This love will remain but the distance rushes in
Pull me beyond this scope
Refocus on new horizons
Carry me in your heart
It’s never enough
I can’t live on so little even if I should
These windings paths that turn us around
till we stop
Cross our hearts and hope to fly
Mancanza di…
Di che cosa?
The purpose is missing…
Or am I?
Haza! I found you. Cool poem. I think I have a blog floating somewhere in space that I never use. Anyways. This is Ryan Coombes, from ze Art show last night: REally drunk dance maniac in the green shirt. Cool seeing you again. Looken forward to rendezvousing another time soon!
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