choice

bravery 

sometimes can be foolish

cowardice

is always destructive

happy days

are those in which you don't wonder about being happy
those in which
caught up in small great things
you loose yourself

investments

there are affections

that are simply not deserved

promise

I will not deform any memory

and turn it into an inflated version of itself

I will not impose the present on the past

or the past on the future

I will not exhaust my own patience

but I will neither wait for ever

I will, though,

wait some more

with the peace of those who hope

exclusive

there's a type of loneliness

that is only felt

in the specificity of your absence

resistance

when nothing can destroy a feeling

nothing can stop it's owner