I want to tell you a lot,
but where can i say
The truth is that living is your bag
But where can I stay even for a moment?
I try to forget you
But where can I forget even for a moment?
I want to dream every night
But I can't make myself sleep.
If you could see, you would understand everything
Where can I hide this helplessness?
Sometimes the pain spills out of the eyes
But where can I remain silent?
I roam around with an ocean in these eyes
But how can I do this without crying wholeheartedly?
But I am helpless, I can't even die.
I want to tell you a lot,
But where can I say that?
The truth is that living is your bag
But where can I stay even for a moment?
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The Portrait of Matteo
Seventeen-year-old Manny got off a public bus at a busy intersection in downtown Philadelphia. When the bus released its brakes and passed his narrow view, he checked whether the art museum across the street was still there. He had been visiting it every day that week but wondered for a second the veracity of its presence. Now, the spring sun betrayed its gray highlights, giving it a warm glow.
By Paul Aaron Domenick7 days ago in Fiction
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