..to follow and cross my sorrow, a bridge of lies, the field of shyness, accept my tiredness.
All but to be here, soaking in sunlight and sprinkled with tears, joy and the void, poison to my cure, while healing the surround, with whispers of my dreams..
Listen she said, I don’t care for cure or what you had, ment there all before, your dreams are not ours anymore and I keep mine locked behind this door.
Key to understand is that we are amidst an ever changing building of emotions which attire is the beauty of motion, we walk through hallways, doors and cracks, give life life on a stunning terrace a slack.
Green and soaked in an abundance of concrete, ambitiously grows a memory of serenity, which fits right in, to the grey walls it dwells within.
Slow motions with rocket rides, love supreme and waves so high, ourselves worn with pride amongst the odds we face alive.
I beg you do use your time well, as no green is gonna dwell in the hell of absence, the day we say our farewell..
In love with Love and my love to you, for you have seen, when closeness becomes obscene.