Dust
Dust

Summary/Abstract: The years long gone; the years with her, and the years without her, are exulting now. Recalling is a sweet pain I inflict to myself with some weird lust, a pain which always succeeds to freeze my thoughts; to the level – I can function by act only. Everything else in my mind – are glances only; glances of something before in there… God knows is it of any importance, or will it ever be important – why things repeat themselves – always. Now, I’m Then again, and yet I’m not. And she’s Then again, and yet she’s not. Only the Time – is Now.

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