Aqueous Transmission
I’m floating down a river
Oars freed from their holes long ago
Lying face up on the floor of my vessel
I marvel at the stars and feel my heart overflow———-
Two weeks without my lover
I’m in this boat alone
Floating down a river named emotion
Will I make it back to shore or drift into the unknown———-
I’m building an antenna
Transmissions will be sent when I am through
Maybe we could meet again further down the river
And share what we both discovered then revel in the view
(Fuente: podredumbredelquerer, vía neuroticaeintrovertida)
Sin embargo qué triste es tenerte y no tenerte.