J’ai besoin de temps pour être triste

I’m spinning back and forth
collecting lost ideas of floating,
more time to be sad,
delusively clear memories of false love.

Through my clouded vision
the world is distant,
yet too familiar.
I gaze into the silence –
I hear the quiet shouting of my thoughts –
the endless vanity
in day and night.

I count non-existent minutes
until I see you.
That’s how I survive the world –
remembering not being vain with you.

I need more time to be sad –
the only moments that are real.
I travel in time,
in space,
in a dream,
to get to you 
but I am someone else.

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