# saturday

I feel that feeling again. Every morning. As a fucking stuck to the skin disease. I don't want to get up for fear of finding your fresh look in any street of this bitter, dark city. Lift the head and the sky is gray, the clouds cry your absence, as the night before.

Now everything has changed the way windows looking Distracted, having profiles that I dislike. The sad aftermath immersed in past alcohol with in my skin. And while I wash the face, the dirt remains: the sad and painful memories of wounds washed in alcohol. But now the sun is out and it is time to follow.

The clocks seem to have stopped lately. No matter what happens, the pain lingers. However, I still want him. Sometimes you see hope, crossing the corner, at least only for a moment to gather the essence of your touch, just for a second.

Traces of the sleepless night stay glued to the sidewalk. The world is smaller when you love doesn't walk at your side. The cars pass before my dumb penalty, as in a motion of condolence.

I go to his house, and still feel your aroma. I imagine their bright eyes reflected in the window, and smiled for no apparent reason for the lady who walks her dog. I work up the courage and no one to call to your door. I cannot, I repeat again and again while the lady's dog looks at me with boredom. And hit, hit my knuckles with the intensity of the world. And the pain starts to hurt, pat firmly what is left of my skin and full of forgiveness that he hadn't spoken, tell it to the door, only to desire, kiss him and put out his arms. But no matter, because it is Saturday, and he has left.


I hope you've liked the story, I wrote some time ago in a cold and rainy winter night in which I couldn't sleep.


Resources:
I added some PSDs & some textures [here]. Enjoy it! ;)


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