Asleep
By Cosmin
20 Oct 2008
Sleep. Utter intimacy.
We sleep alone. Whether there is someone sleeping by our side or just an empty space, we sleep alone. Always alone.
A little bit like a pre-taste of death. We bring nothing into this world and we take nothing when we go. We leave marks on the bodies and souls of our loved ones and they leave on ours. Our souls are lands scarred in bloody battles long forgotten.
Dream. Dream of me my darling.
Sleep with me tonight.
3 responses
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Laurie Search gave props (20 Oct 2008):
Lovely.
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Michel González Brun said (4 Nov 2008):
Excellent!
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Karol Romero gave props (8 Dec 2008):
Beautiful!
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