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the breathing gets heavier

when comes the memory of you and I

the air gets thicker 

when water like a high wave fills my eyes

it is process

I can not runaway all the day

sometimes

I will pretend that I am moving on

not the fact that I am diving in your voice tone

I do not want to live for

a possible future to come home to

this is just opening an illusion door

this is just hurting over hurting without truth

this is just escaping by creating scenaries

while inside longing reveries

and that I know from the core

better that I am proud of

I get we are 

too different and so alike

one side is seeking aware

the other, is lost somewhere

both with the same deep insight

all I can say is I am dense

just like you, so intense

all I know is time will slide as footsteps on a dance

just like life, it shall outrance

It is a process

step by step, day by day

sometimes

my strength is not enough to move on

but there is no more reason to dive in

on you the way I used to