Love and Hate
All can stair
And all I have to do is to wait
Droplets of rain
Festivals and joy
Nothing could be the same
As my dreams
Love and Hate, The Old Neighbors
You, Yes you.
You ran a mile from me. I was never a priority. You never break down the walls for me, you never build a bridge and I realized
There is nothing worse than this that you can do, that you are capable of: reducing a being to a thing. And that’s what possession is.