Startedgetting Pimples On The Inside Of My Nose

Your absence is a pain I do not know.

I've never heard this.
We can not be anything in this cruel night that does not give hugs.
We could cry now, do not you think? Except that we also emptied of all residues of nostalgia.
The result is that each is just a thought for the other deformed that drags itself no recollection.
You have always been just a shadow.
But you've never been the shadow of something , mutilated simply a desire not brave enough to pierce the light and defy reality.