Agosto sta finendo

Another summer is slowly coming to an end, the air feels different and the light shifts. The final breaths are here and I can't remember what I've been doing over the last few months.

I've always been quiet, almost silent, never loud or confident. It has to change now, soon, before it's too late. Maybe I need to go back to the US, to California or New York, some place where there are people that know and love me.

I miss you.

Non è mica facile

Sweethearts, are you still here? I'm walking the streets here, thinking about all of you. It feels like a wasted opportunity, I don't know why I suddenly stopped writing here. It was good for me, and the love you gave me filled my heart with warmth. I hope that some of you are still around. I love you.

Her

Having her here, inches away, holding her hand while she sleeps silently in my bed, I remember so vividly what it Always felt like. It's as if nothing ever came between us, as if I never left and as if she never left and as if we haven't started something new but always just kept going.

My heart stood still for so many months and forgot to count them because there was never time and I never had the energy. My lungs have filtered so much air without her breath and now she's lying here, skin soft like silk, I have to touch her to know that it's all for real. If I die tomorrow it would all be worth it, a perfect dream that never has to end.

I love you.