to me without you - never, never, do not need, damn no reason and useless.
to me without you - disgustingly bad breathing, writing, and most importantly - not living.
to me without you - in these crowds of people every night I wanted to disappear.
but I will not be lost. I promise. the banks remain, everything is in force, and you and I will definitely break through.
to me without you - again count the days, hours and kilometers of routes,
it’s without me to drown in the uselessness of air between,
to me without you - an eternity on a scale even minutes of separation,
but you are worth the wait. and I am waiting for you. infinitely.
to me without you - just swallow the caustic cosmic dust
and, falling from a great height, cool, fade away like a constellation.
next to your warmth, I’m not a moth, but an ikar with strong wings.
next to you I rise every time. fatal consequences.
why is "distance" written together, and I am not at all where you are?
why on this day we cannot be together (sorry) - I do not know either.
and every damn day in the cities the airports are filled,
but I'm not in any of them. I am not one of them. to be brave is difficult.
you are all i need. you are a city, a universe, a cosmos. the rest does not exist, just believe.
and on a Friday night, choking on the voice of Tom York, I think of you. I think of you. I think of you.
you are a sigh, a breath, oxygen, an exhale, a breath, a vital necessity, the largest of losses.
know, if you ever leave forever, I won’t stand it. I am not ready for such a fate.
you are all i need. I will wait even if in response to my "I love you" is "okay."
I will stay. and on this planet there will always be someone who I am. I will open you my house, my door and soul.
I will stay. because you are everything. because you are you, and love for you is the climax.
I will stay. because I fucking love you. love you. and these are not just words, don’t listen to anyone.
don't listen to anyone.
no one. not. listen
why is "distance" spelled together?
the arrow swiftly tends to the west.
me without you not-you-but-si-mo.
I can’t live without you until tomorrow.
Your Lee.
