Afterall

I feel a certain taste on my tongue. It's new. I know what a taste that is. It's fresh and old, the bitter flavour mixed with life and sadness. There is joy and a heaven's memory, a long sequence of time full of hope that is put to sleep. There is want, will and need, there is longing, a gentle breeze of summer and sea. Salt, sweat and beer. Cigarettes, the difference of alcohol. Disgusting wet hair. Hands of scars. Glowing suns and selfhatred. Manipulation, lies, sickness, death. Tiny bit of future and letting go. A bird with brightest wings with a complex because it believes in its incompetence of flying. A human, not a body, it's a human. A taste of goodbye. An afterall. New friends. An ending era. Deepest sorrow. Unspoken words, unlived realities, another love. Another story intertwining. Choked smiles, tears, trembling. Fears big enough to kill. Best wishes and stupid distances. Strong arms to leave. It's a frostic, metallic smell and taste. It intensifies when I inhale thorugh my nose, because then it sparkles on my tongue at a certain point. I still see the reflection on my face, in my features. He's there. Above all, there is knowing. That this was true and won't end or somebody dies, and even stil, even then.