JonasEklundh

maybe it was a whisper audible only to your thoughtsmaybe you were just about to tell me everything and nothingmaybe you lost your breath just when you were about to reveal all that you wanted, all that you feltmaybe your heart stumbled and lost the thin red line the line that could heal everything and stitch shut the open woundsmaybe it was unrolled after your feet as a trail a trail of small white rocksthe trail that would lead back back to the warmth back to the embrace back to the futuremaybe the wind were to strong and blew it away maybe you rolled it up around your fingermaybe it was pulled from beneath my feet and got tangled up in ...