Speckles of Time

Behind those doors In that room With you by my side (And plants as witnesses) I finally got to live To be me To know me To show me ... In that small room In that tiny bit of space (Space for me) I finally became alive

Some people cannot but burn so bright as to use up all the oxygen, leaving the rest to suffocate.

I have a dream I never told you. A dream in which I wake up next to you, day, after a day, after a day. A dream in which this little act of waking up sets the tone to my whole day, be it a rush-full city day, or a slow moving vacay day. A dream in which the feel of your warm body, and a sight of your beatiful face, makes even the darkest mornings as bright as breezy summery day. ... There is just so little I need. You, next to me.

You broke my heart, shattered it into million pieces, pieces that I am not sure I will ever be able, or willing, to put back into a marvelous story I hoped for us, hoped from the moment  I met you. It just... I would say hurt, but it is not that... It feels so... Empty, empty without my dreams, the dreams I used to dream for us. Empty without the hope, the hope I used to feel dancing in my heart whenever I heard your voice or saw your face... Just empty. I am not sure I will ever be able to forgive myself, forgive for giving you such power over me, and my dreams.