I look at your picture, wondering how your hand would feel in mine.
how hugging you would feel like.
I wondered if.. your smile was genuine.
does it radiate? like it used to?
how did all of it feel.
your life.
I wonder how you saw me?
you can´t see me now, you can´t know me..
you have never seen me grow up.
I wonder how it would have felt to talk with you...
as adults.
what your life would have looked like at 30?
would you be proud of me as I am now?
a mess..
searching for you..