He would be the person with the best humor you've ever known, but you would know when he decided not to.
We would listen to Radiohead, while I could decide whether to fix a dream catcher or to write, and he would do both drawing and humming to Fake Plastic Trees.
He would go out fixing his bike, and I would go out taking pictures. We need no insurance to go separate ways but a promise to be there on the intersection at 4 pm.
He laughed because he wanted to, and he cried because he is that brave to be sad.
He would be the one to slap me hard when I breathe too much carbon through the cigars on my right hand between my 2 fingers.
He did nothing but pretending not to see when I drew.

We would travel around the city, with nothing but wallets and cameras.
We would forget the day we met, as much as we would forget the day we fight, as much as we would live for tomorrow.


He ignored his beauty in change of his mediocre soul to disappear.
He sees through my facades, and I would love him even if I didn't know how to love.

Then I woke up and he never existed.



Because I wished too much for the world.
I can't even make it through someone's facade.
Why would someone go through mine?