Im still reading this while I dont feel anything right around me. Today, there is a girl I met at the train station. And I could not forget this thing. Its stuck in me already, like all the other tiny little pricks, thorns, stings. As someone who needs to be taught by a native speaker, English or whichever else, I feel the distance, like a solid cube between us, like the one with a smooth surface in that famous game where you have to have some tools or tricks to get above it. The thing this world is doing to us. Im here, and you, on the other side, indifferently. Babel. The origin of love. What should we do to stop falling? Or should we just keep falling down to the earth, as they say there is a solid core. (So this is why I liked drowning)
Maybe just wait me there. Wait for something to happen, and to see how we are part of it.
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