Love is another
Because sometimes you can’t look each other in the face. Breakup involves love and I don’t know how to love but you get love and you feel it. The more beautiful you are, the sooner you will be alone. Love is another… One cannot find a place to hide other than one’s shoulder, but your own hand is enough. I’m cold too, you can warm up wherever you want, if you’re really guilty you can warm my shoulder with your eyes.
I understood you as much as I missed.
After you
I said after you, his mind goes elsewhere…
All your sentences are actually handcuffed and I’m not free at all. Sometimes I think while I’m writing and I don’t want to think because thinking slows people down… Of course, the speed at which words come out of their mouths and the speed at which words are written on paper cannot be the same. Maybe I’m taking advantage of that. I get depressed like this sometimes and of course there are things that I can’t tell anyone. We are human, there is nothing more. If the person in front of you does not have as different perspectives as the person and you, you are a prisoner without four walls. You want him to understand, he doesn’t, maybe that’s his capacity, maybe he has conditioned himself… Yes, one should stop and think, and he should be able to think constantly. They say use your brain; they are not wrong…
When you have a lover, you lose some of your freedom.
