reflection before heading off
a couple of hours we go.
A new adventure, perhaps the most important of my life.
Perhaps the most important.
I walk away from here, but what do I leave?
I leave a question, maybe a fear.
On the one hand there are those who want me really well, perhaps too much. On the other
there you are.
unknown.
do not know if you are a passing thing, like many others, or something more.
We talked, a lot, I like you, that's for sure, but how?
It 's a passing thing? E ' likely. But if I found out that it is not so I should not wonder.
There is a risk that you read these lines, but I believe little.
You are not the only one to which I have read excerpts from here, so you can be sure to be the person to whom I turn.
I decided not to tell you know? Not to speak. Perhaps that is why I vent here. Why
through this filter can tell you that care about you.
too.
But I'm afraid, I'm afraid to be wrong, I'm afraid they had been mistaken or perhaps still is afraid of suffering.
in doubt, do not say anything.
If it is a passing thing, as such, will pass. If not, well, nature takes its course.
But for now and perhaps forever content to this outburst. Maybe it's that I turn to you, but maybe not, and I'm fine that way.
Night
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