Jeg leser høyt for meg selv, og det er vanskelig å lese når man gråter.
«I was waiting at the stop light of life and thinking a little too carefully about your eyes. it meant nothing the way I told it, I can’t tell you how it was. there are things I never meant to think about do say and hear across the room on the phone overheard words can break a heart. these things are true: love is not everlasting. anything worth anything will run away from you. when you tell the truth, close your eyes and it won’t hurt as much. when I think of you standing on the grass high above the world on a hill my spine tingles and I fall into spasms taking place only on the inside. no matter how hard you try you will fuck up everything you want to take care of. the thing about cars is they always break down. every road is uphill both ways.
enough said.»
anything worth anything will run away from you. and sometimes they come back.
oi, så nydelig det var. jeg er så glad du posta det der. 🙂 det var fint.
Så utrolig vemodig, dog pent skrevet.