He looks at her like she is his life source.
But she doesn't look back.
He steals looks at her when no one is around.
It's another typical love story all over.
Desperate stares, unnoticed stars.
But she doesn't look back.
Time is a kleptomaniac. It never stops.
He is worse; for he is in love.
No one can reverse time, the spell
Except her.
But she doesn't look back.
Longing becomes a bore. Just like sleeping.
He detached himself from his dreams.
She is no longer his life source.
He doesn't look back.
No one knows she is a nervous wreck.
Every second her mind is chasing something. Like shadows chasing light.
Nervous eyes, stuttering lips.
She is not in control of where she looks.
If only.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
streams of creation
De Todojust really random stuff. mostly poetry, short stories. i never know if i update or not. p.s. yes the title is dirk gently based
