esa enferma necesidad inconsciente de sustituirlo

esas ganas de olvidar el dolor 

esa placentera sensación de descontrol.

disparadores de memoria surgen de todos lados, o será que los busco con tal de no olvidar tu imagen.

"Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler."

  - Friedrich Nietzsche

 

Will I ever feel your love 

Once again my dear 

Getaway.

What's it like up there 
Do you worry anymore 
How's it feel up there 
So much left to say 
If I could tell your thoughts right now 
It would never be the same 
Wait til I am by your side 
Then the meaning will come true 

Your love is finding a better way 
Everybody wants you to know

We are nearly there 
Do you get to see the love 
Can you understand my thoughts 
Seeing as no-one else here can 
When you see the light 
Does your pain just disappear 
Will I ever feel your love 
Once again my dear 

Your love is finding a better way 
Everybody wants you to know 

What's it like up there 
How's it feel up there 
What's it like up there 
How's it feel up there

 

la inexplicable sensación que me provoca extrañar

aquello que logró hacerme miserable o tal vez increíblemente dura con la vida.