Memory is a rehearsal for a show that never goes on.

Attracted ❤️


The time you came I saw you first,
It was the time turned out to be best out of the worst,
The feeling I got was new and fresh,
Was it a permanent catch or a temporary clash?
Distracted from everything for a while,
Yes I got attracted ❤️

Aspettavamo, senza particolare urgenza, di vedere se qualcuno ci avrebbe chiesto un altro tipo d’amore, quello più terrificante e travolgente.

He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life, where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one's waking life was spent watching one's feet.

Written By William Golding

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