Some were banned to write, to paint or do any other thing but to sew. Just sit by the window and look at LIVE rolling chaotic in front of their eyes. Just look but not touch. Just dream but never try.
Naturally, the impossible of loving appeared as the most romantic fact on earth. Tears tanned by the impossible of touching or kissing the lover.
Sometimes just feel like them.. loving the impossible. Staring at the window breathing deeply, lost in my thoughts. Embracing the covers, staring at the darkness, thinking what could have happened.. And sometimes the lady is only her.. Not me. With no power to look and stare at my blues. With no energy to make the sound of a word and let it fly to my ears.
She´s the blind and the dumb.
Shes the impossible, that I may always love while staring at the window.
But it´s also me.
The love I have always give to myself and my woman pride to dont be hurt again.
Just drawing my face to remind me the pain of getting blind and dumb cuz of loving so much.
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