Día 23- NaPoWriMo (fail)

We are tied
with an impossible bond,
like a ribbon of silk
that keeps loosening up
everytime,

once,
twice,
and again
and once more.

We are bound
to be forever apart
and forever near
like parallel lines
that never touch
but never separate.

Delicate strings
of loving silk
that can never make
a solid knot.

The red thread of fate. Sigue leyendo →