



light a candle
Have you ever seen a sea made of something dry? A candle, for example. We did it. We turn something impossible into something possible... against our will, though. But it was a way we had found to be closer to people important to us. An image that would be burned into our memories forever. Less in a person's memory. My most important person. She was still within reach of my hand, but... I had no right to touch her anymore. And it grew inside me like a root that was crushing my chest. And I wanted to throw myself into that sea so that my pain would end. But I couldn't. Because, in my heart, he would still see this same scene. Someday... I want him to see it. And so we will have, burned into our memories, the same image. The day I let him go.
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View profileEscrever para mim é como respirar — Se parar, morro. Ok, metade deve ter corrido com essa descrição psicótica e radicalista IRAIRIAARIRAIR...
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