In a world divided by miles and moments, two hearts beat in silent harmony, separated by the distance between Romania and London. As the man in Romania gazes upon this piece, he finds solace in the shared memories and the hope that one day, love will bridge the gap between them.
This is his response:
Thinning
pillars of salt is the world from which you left, I’m writing thin words to
reflect it to your last known location; no color in this pointless reflection,
only black and white and hope, maybe you’d be willing to throw back the rope
and pull some of me out of here, at least the hand that wrote these thinning
lines, before it crumbles in time or gets swept by a sky that could no longer
help crying; or at least after, throw yourself in that ocean of tears and make
a wave of laughter, one way or another, this can’t be the last we feel of each other; one way or another, I’ll be here when you come back, and there is no
other way, for what you packed is not enough, forever requires everything, and
you didn’t take everything, I still have this impression of you, in black and
white and hope, so throw back the rope or come back with my world.
