Sunday, August 21, 2011


What about the love between Voldemort and his horcruxes? Draco, Crabbe and Goyle? Can I write without remembering what I wrote?
I wish I could.
I bet I could.
My soul shrinks and expands as I look all around myself.
You bring me space and I bring you time.
You bring me echoes.
I'm just a wall.
In a world, where people grow wings, I tell myself that I've grown roots.
I know you're waiting for me, like Death.
The very first time I saw you, I knew.
You and me.
Hang on. :)

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