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Δευτέρα, 5 Ιανουαρίου 2015

her absence filled the world

Time.
Time is nothing more than
relationships.
People we have
and people we have not.

I lean my head to the kitchen window
It’s cold outside
and the rain
smells like you

my world is filled with your  absence
your silence is so loud
and I have to close my eyes
to see

love
love is nothing more than
decisions.
Decisions we made
or not.

I lean my head to the wall
It‘s cold inside
and time

has stopped on you.
painting by William Kentridge