"The prettiest spring is always the next one", she used to say with that goddamn smile. It feels sometimes like it's December everyday. Not for Christmas but for the cold and the heavy rain. We all fall down, like dead autumn leaves. But when will autumn leaves me? Forget me or forgive me, but make your choice wise and quick. I'm made of the wood of the strongest trees. But no roots I have will guard me from the wind. And I know it for sure, winter is at my door. Twenty years, maybe thirty. Is this what you call a life ? So I forget about the cars in the street. So I forget about this world of concrete. So I forget about the screams and for the very first time, I can hear my own heart beating. When the thunder in the air is growling. When the rain on the skin is beating. When the wrecks are landing, are landing. When the waves so high are crushing. When the bodies in the water are rotting. When the corpses are landing, landing. I wake up and feel my heart beating.
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