And when you win all wars of life, there will remain the one you must lose. Time.
MIRA R. ARIDIAnd when you win all wars of life, there will remain the one you must lose. Time.
MIRA R. ARIDINo matter how astray the becoming might be, I’ll never search for the old in me.
MIRA R. ARIDIYou feed me poison in a spoon of gold and I always ask for more.
MIRA R. ARIDII taught myself the art of forgetfulness. If they were meant to be remembered, they would have stayed.
MIRA R. ARIDIPerhaps their voices never leave us and we spend our lives fumbling for quiet corners where we can hear them most.
MIRA R. ARIDIYou pull away and suddenly I have more room to grow.
MIRA R. ARIDILay your head on mine and let me breathe you instead of air.
MIRA R. ARIDII got used to temporary things. I’m afraid I might not want anything permanent at all.
MIRA R. ARIDIMaybe if you hold me tight, our love won’t be as shallow.
MIRA R. ARIDIRefrain from giving pieces of yourself to those who get close, for people leave, and gifts that are given cannot be returned.
MIRA R. ARIDIYou float underneath my eyelids – a dream I never seem to get enough of.
MIRA R. ARIDII’ve come to see that life does not only exist where you do. There’s sense of life here too.
MIRA R. ARIDII’m breathing dreams like air, like there will never be enough of them to fill up the space in my lungs.
MIRA R. ARIDIWhere once there were a few houses between us, now there are seas.
MIRA R. ARIDIA year has passed, and even after all that has changed, I know one thing hasn’t. I still want you.
MIRA R. ARIDII’ve experienced departure far too much to have the courage and call anyone my own.
MIRA R. ARIDI