… but i’m starting to
August 30th, 2003… but i’m starting to miss you in a different way…
like an object that falls overboard, into the ocean, and slowly sinks down, fainted, blurring, fading away.
there was something intense before, something intense that i found wonderful. it was you, it was fierceful, it was merciless. it was there. now i’m trying to catch, grasp it upon a photo, some words and miles of lands and oceans. then it remains an image of it, a feeling of it, so deep i have to trust it, and myself, for believing it was, it is. cause it has becomed untangible to the point of automatism, of unreasonness, that i find myself looking for that thing you are, you were, there, and don’t know why.
nostalgy of a possible future?
could surely be…