Hurt...

I’ve decided to kill the truth about you and me. The myth about the future, the butterfly and the nightmares.

I’m the missing note in the song, the broken glass of wine, the time between one thing and the other, the silence of the lover who is not in love, and the 28 birthday of a girl with a broken heart. Even if she doesn’t remember her broken heart…

Day is only a fragment of a Bukowsky poem….