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What change be our end to be NewYork

September 11, 2021September 11, 2021

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Change

I had a child’s heart that was never used and I didn’t know what evil was before I met you.

All the clothes I hung behind the door were like marbles I had collected in my childhood.

They were all different, they were all lovable, and every sentence would end with three dots so that you could understand me once more…

My school life was spent climbing uphill, your house was very close to the school…

I used to sweat beads by beads, while I was climbing that hill, my mother used to tighten my scarf like a rope around the neck of a death row prisoner so that I wouldn’t get cold, when I got to school, two friends would hardly untie it.

I had the best crayons, they would buy whatever I wanted and I didn’t appreciate it so I was guilty when I didn’t appreciate you too…

I didn’t see any of my erasers run out, my mother would put a necklace around my neck, I would still lose, like I lost you…

I used to love school, but I would take the shortest route on the way home, I would love home more, as I love you…

I used to play ball in empty lessons, you would jump rope, I couldn’t play without looking at you anyway…

We also had homework, I would do it as soon as I got home, to watch TV in the evening…

I’m a color TV kid, I have colored paints and a red pen, that’s all.

I couldn’t write like that back then, but of course I was cleaner…

I had a child’s heart that was never used and I didn’t know what evil was before I met you…

We don’t have the luxury of not changing.

When the end comes

I can say that I am the burning thread of a melting candle. I gave myself to soda these days and on the contrary, my stomach is not full. I always drink on an empty stomach. It’s not the food I can’t digest, it’s just the bad things I eat, I know very well. Now, no blanket warms you as much as you… Not holding a hand after you are like this is such a thing. I get messages on my phone, none of them are you. If I say I miss you, you will say, you know.

I don’t walk on pavements these days, nor do I tie my untied shoes. I don’t take much care of myself. I can say that I am the burning thread of a melting candle. I’m waiting for my end.

Sidewalks are for lonely people…