I know you heard it a million times before, with different smells and flavors. I know a word is never written unintentionally… there is always a thought preceding every bit of who we are, even when we attempt to dissolve into nothingness and reach the point where we are no more.
And here, at this moment, this is my intention…
Thank you for the peace and the rumble, the happiness and the agony
For the idea of having something and nothing at all
For the chance to know your intentions without knowing you
For the words that breaks the day and the thought that agitates my silence
Thank you for the distance and the fortune of not having you, as it gives me the freedom of waking up to contemplate your beauty without being a shadow.