viernes, 6 de abril de 2012


I cling to my pillow as a very fanciful object. I don’t want to sleep alone tonight. I can’t move. I can’t breathe but this infected air of mine tonight. I don’t want to sleep alone. Not tonight. I need you to read me. Cry me. Miss me. But don’t let me be alone, because I feel lonely, just for a while. All night long. I will be ambling in this little space. Don’t let me unravel my feelings. Don’t let me glimpse the end of the night without your presence. Don’t let me see my unconcealed frailty and have me crawling on the flagstones of this very cold floor. Because I need your chest to slip down mine. Because I need your arms, tonight.

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