Σάββατο, 1 Νοεμβρίου 2014

November is the cruelest month

I left behind my old life as the clouds were meeting the faded sun.
I started over. No glorius mornings, no fatal mistakes, no promising lovers, no silent words, no lies, no past, no present, no future.
A clean start over.
No believes, no ambitions.
My November was rising. My cruelest month has come to meet me once again.
My secrete lover over the years that have passed in the blink of eye.
As the rain was falling the drops were hiting the ground, making the wild dry soil to tame and suck in the water.
If you survive November, you can do anything. But you have to start over again.

I remember you.
I know you.
I see you,


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