Poetry.

Pagina dupa pagina,

Toate lucrurile se trec.

Am numarat vise pe cer.

Am mutat culorile, am repictat acest cer.

Apoi ai tunat... si a plouat peste mine.

I don't remember now, but i think i had my heart ripped out of my chest at the time. But i was somehow at peace. Confused, yet knowing.

Sad, but smiling.