I can finally feel the wind blowing us in different directions,
But of course we both believe in reencarnation.
Maybe we already had each other and we are simply fucked by the invisible union
that keeps our souls attach, no matter how much we curse the day we got engaged with out words. A simple nod, a simple stare. It seems words are too primitive for us. rare... but from time to time I really wish we could just know each other, the real other.