January 2011
and your eyes were so bright
and we were so tired
and all we could do was lay in the darkness; these, the only words flowing from our
mouths; obscene and nonsensical
nothing compared to you dear
but he sang something beautiful about stars turning blue
and looking in your eyes somehow
i knew what he was singing about
and when the day comes that you turn and they face me
i’ll follow...
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“I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast....”
– Kazuo Ishiguro - Never Let Me Go (via quieter)
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