автор: Artemis

I knew you had to leave some day.
I even expected and waited for that moment. But your exit was to be a general one. An exit from this world not an escape from me. Your journey was to be not a lonely one. It was to have me in it. I was to say goodbye and to look at your eyes until they let your soul diffuse outside of them. Until they let it free and finally put an end to its terror over your young face. Your face, which was a mask that hid behind itself hundreds of years. That is how old you felt and every other minute you still add to the inside of your mask another painful thought, another silent sigh. But how much older can you get? It is making my wish to turn you back to youth seam even further away from realizing. I know I can be happiness and I am not doubtful of my capacity of smiles but you are growing old fast. Maybe that is how souls become immortal. Are you headed towards that road? So is your soul already older, bigger than mine? Maybe you lived more, you were more, just faster. Maybe your life was expedient.. like I used to be not long ago. Maybe you saw more than me and accepted even less. To think I once believed the second must be impossible. And as much as I do not want to validate the truth, I cannot erase it either.

2005