Friday, April 5, 2013

I wanted to go to China with You

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We did not have our last big hug on the Great Wall of China, no. We had it on the sofa bed in my parent's small living room. It was around 5 AM and we just woke up from a sleep we had gone to in severance. We did not know, that we would never see each other again but we also did not know wether we will see each other again. We just had hopes. And that is what killed us. Not knowing, always just hoping. Hopes can fail, knowledge is constant. We did not agree to this by sitting down and talking. But we also did not sit down and talk to fend it. We had our walk on the Chinese Wall all along the past six years.

I wonder, will we ever meet again? And will we look at each other with all the love in the world and all the pain in the world?
Would we be able to perform an art as divine as love, despite our human nature?

Some are capable: Love is Art


Or if you could still come now, would you?


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