In-between

I’ve been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they’re not real 
I’ve been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures are all I can feel

Remembering you standing quiet in the train station
As I ran to your heart to be near 
And we kissed as the sky fell in, holding you close 
How you always held me close against my fear
Remembering you running soft through the night 
You were bigger and brighter and wider than snow
You screamed at the make-believe, screamed at the sky

Pictures of you, pictures of me
Hung upon your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we could be

Future perspective

“I knew that in a few minutes I’d have to enter a happy, unthinking world. A world that revolved around the solid pedestal of money, with an optimistic view I knew something about from listening to the conversations of my friends.” 

― Carmen Laforet, Nada