Some nights
they come back to visit
Memories from a distant life
that maybe
I've never dared to live.
Something out of my conscious and logic.
Something that can really challenge
every single statement and value that I have
they just come at night
only at nights
when we remember
our present
and the fact the life is too short
to runaway from our dreams.
omg i love this poem. seriously its like u went inside my head and made some sense out of the disaster thats in there. OMG I mISS THIS BLOG!!!!! i ve mised u!
ReplyDeleteDaniel - you always make me think. Thank you
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteHave a nice weekend.