Nights mist around my eyes very similar to the fog we walked through. God I miss her, and walks once had meaning..
"Who works with his hands is a laborer, who works with his hands and his head is a craftsman, who works with his hands, his head and his heart is an Artist." Yes, I'am an Artist!
I stopped looking you for a long time, perhaps it would be enough to cross that bridge to reach you or maybe you're just another star who i'll look from afar..
My strength is up above among the stars. I miss you even though you filled my heart with your beautifull lights..
If you look for something of great, gets up as well eyes, you will find a world that does not you had never seen..
Sometimes the clouds try to hide your beauty, but do not be scared, They make you stronger and more beautiful..
Sometimes I stop and think that you are no longer here with me. Sadness comes over me and I feel my soul slowly fade away..
She loved the sea. She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of the horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above. It made her feel small, but free as well.
Sometimes you may feel alone with your thoughts, but you look around and the beauty of your city gives you the strength to fly again..
I do not remember who you are or if you never existed, maybe it was just an illusion that I brought with me all these years ..