It just happens; sometimes, distance gets in the way. Those times, I feel words are the only thing I've got left.
This ones are for you, Montse, my dear friend. I hope they bring comfort to your heart and nourishment to your soul. As a hug would do. I'm with you regardless the space... I hold you in the distance.
Giselle
This ones are for you, Montse, my dear friend. I hope they bring comfort to your heart and nourishment to your soul. As a hug would do. I'm with you regardless the space... I hold you in the distance.
Giselle
................................. ................................. | When matter changes distance follows. Now it's boundless. Units of measurement turned obsolete... ... and numbers became ineffective. The length of this gap is incalculable, s p a c e . . . ... unmeasurable. . . . There has been an extension in time, since you flew to another dimension. . . . It is in our nature; we are the time riders. The travelers. The ones that live in the skies. . . . It doesn't matter if matter changes, our significance has no breath. It doesn't matter if distance follows, our flight goes beyond all breadth... ...into our murmuration where we'll meet with the rest of our flock. |
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