Emilico

When I read or write, I feel that the words have a life of their own. I can hear the voices and songs between the lines, they seem like pleas from distant pasts who don't know it can no longer be retrieved.

Some might find this sad, I admire they have so much strength to make themselves be heard. I try my best to offer them a memory in this world, to make their efforts worth. I scatter them around like little birds, and they fly free to places I will never know. So they can find someone less broken who can take them to beautiful dreams.

But I’ll be here and you'll be here, too

Emilico

Billions and billions of us. Nobody knows anyone. Strangers make you happy. Strangers cut your heart. Occupying the same reality. We remained strangers. Even to ourselves.

Emilico