And suddenly it happens, something clicks and you that things are going to change they´ve changed already.

And then she said,
“If I didn’t know better;
perhaps I don’t —
I’d fall in love with your mind
and die a horrible death.”
 
Half-asleep, he muttered,
“What was that?”
 
“Nothing,” she cooed,
susurrus sheets tangled;
Closing his eyes softly with her palm —
“You’re only dreaming.”
 
And he was.

to feel modern
in box thickets
 
to touch them
in Gothic letters
 
through the door
to his underworld
 
not forever
that unwashed pane
into the next valley
 
for by the abandoned senses
while he listened
of what was to come,
a cold garden
 
not moving in
all the white days
like the names of the hungry
 
and the tissues of days
far away
hiding in your death

i feel sorry for them now
i feel proud of them now
having found them in my own time
having emptied the scales of distraction.
thrown classic badges at mirrors
i watch for the ones that get back up.

When you give lot of inportance to someone in your life, you loose your importance in their life.
It is true?