tell me you love me, come back and haunt me, oh and i rush to the start...coldplay

even if i keep looking back, my feet move away from the view. i could wish, hope, pray but i'm never going back there again. it hurts you i know, i know. starts are always different. slow, fast, dumb. no energy for flying, just walking now.

even this beautiful time is not enough to dive into. i want to go sleep for a while. erase all the messages, turn off the telephone. float on pure lovely noise that comes out from boyish grins and soft shoulder blades. kiss them good luck. no matter where they are.