You can sleep with someone and it will bring back the feelings you had for someone else.
You can sleep in the emptyness of your feelings and wake up in the morning with dry tears, bringing perpetually your past in everything who's yet unborn.
You can ask yourself why to some it s more easy to forget you.
You can wonder how this person looks like right this minute.
Then you can find a picture.
An image who is now folklore, due to memory.
You can wonder how you believed that this was the first day of your life.
You can feel like a total imbecile.
You can think it's love.
But it s just memory.
You can think that every new raising sun tear your heart out
and that you will never see again the one you used to know.
You can think that there is less magic now.
As you can think there is still so many things to descover about yourself.
Then,
You can dance in between indifference and missing the past
Nights are not as lonely as they used to be at first.
But your heart might crave for something else, something more
than fake smiles, empty thoughts, factual social fuckings.
You can think that your today dress have geometrical shapes
and that he'll never know it.
You can think you re making songs he'll never hear
and do beautiful things he'll never gives a shit about.
You can think you feel relieve now
but then again, your own memory is your unmoving trapeze.
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