Waking up too late...

It`s so hard to listen to the noises of your silences…
In our small islands of confort and warmth…
These forgoten faces that charge and charge against us…
Their reasons make our reasons vain…
Their eyes that insist in looking into our souls…
These lonelinesses in the midle of the time…
These lives like an ark of broken things…
This numness that we choose…
And make us wake up too late !

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