I have to tear up, as if a source of nostalgia that has never been there calls at me. 

A feeling, as if I had ever known happiness, while the truth is: I don't even remember it.

The tenderness of the sweet life beams that would caress my heart slightly and whisper in my soul beautiful things in which I would bathe, I try to remember them.

I try to remember how life was before it.

But what if life never existed before it, I mean, my life?

What is happiness but a word that I have to try to define through an emotion that I have never remembered feeling.

Am I apathic? Is something wrong with me?

~ M.J.
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SoleyaMedici SoleyaMedici May 07, 2020 10:05PM
you guys, the smiths and radiohead slap differently, you can't deny that. It's been a long time since I listened to the smiths and damn it's like falling in love for the first time, again *-*
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