הנּפלים
Living, Loving, and Lies.
Though you'll wonder the inevitable "what if", the most likely ending is that one day the stupid things will happen. |
The lyrics will come, the letters will arrive, the memories will surface and start whispering suggestive things in your ears: things you thought, for so long, that you wanted to hear. |
With enough concentration and sweat, through some misguided force of will, you'll create the reality that you thought you were chasing after, the one that you thought would never materialise. |
You'll take a step back, after a moment, a couple of conversations, and one or two stiff inhalations of the cold january air (making your nose run). |
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You'll say to yourself something along the lines of "That's it???", and feeling rather ripped off, you'll end up sighing and you'll say something like "I'm glad that's over." |
Then
you just won't know what to do. |
You'll be some big, boring, lifeless blank space, wandering like a lost child, muttering the details like an old man, trying to discover what you thought was so important about loving, living, and lies in the first place. |