I had my chance . I blew it . The series of moments is lost forever and now what is set to be seems a little gloomy to me .
I should have tried harder.
Read the signs in the clouds but not the ones I was meant to read . Wrapped myself around a wooden heart and turned it into ice .
It stays.
This fire can't touch it.
Cannot break it.
Circling the floor
of a metal green passage
that I was just passing through .
Playing with the sounds of a glass breaking.
Im waiting for you to come.
Waiting for us to grow

It changes from yellow to black
from day to dark
in my heart.

For Emily .

We should runaway so that no can know where we are anymore . we could go anywhere you want. And I mean Anywhere ! Maybe down south if you'd like .. or far east ? I'd like to be lost on this mean planet with you . Breathe next to you every night , make more friends together.

See there are a lot of things that we could do .
A lot of people that we could be .
sew new dreams together
while experiencing the beautiful world we'll create for ourselves .
I know there's nothing else that I need to say .
I'm sure you see just what i see and that there's nothing in the world that could take this away from from us .
Take as much time ,
just don't be too late .

Puppets In A Madhouse.

The colours did burst
when all the waiting had ceased
for a long time there was a conflict
but now everything was clear to me.

There were rainbow colours in the night sky
the patterns were created
sixteen eyes were hypnotised
on seeing everything they ever anticipated.
the moon was breathing
so were the walls.
when there was confusion in my head
i took a leap into the unlimited space
a place where i wasn't lost.

Like souls without bodies
or just bodies without souls
I saw them walking with their heads on the ground
A Little more upside down.

Then came the sun
more like a pot of gold
to soothe
to erase.

I realised it was a dream.
Reality had been sucked out me
once again.

we were like puppets in a mad house .
choosing to be this way .

A Warm Afternoon Spent In the Cold Mountains .

Woke up to a bright sun
sneaking into the room through the patches she forgot to sew .
A sweet scent swirls in the air around me
As i walked
under the sun burnt sky .

A Dream that was born died young.

Two strangers
One delicate night.
lying underneath a silver sky
they manage to let life pass them by
she talked about distant lands
throwing rocks into the sea
with soft hands
that i held
and warm cheeks
that i felt.
This is too fragile
do you hear me when i speak ?
from under my breath
my fingers curled up
i am too afraid
to face your light
circle me around your thoughts
or my young heart would burst and die .

lets take a walk ?

A street welcomes new lands another rushes back home .

so i walk with my head up
constantly searching for answers in the sky.
sometimes i walk with my head down
looking for answers in the stones
reading the scattered lines
on the surface of the road .
with heavy eyelids
but a warm heart
searching for a place
which is not my home
ready to accept and put back together
fallen pieces
while the moon moans.
some roads lead me to you
some just make me feel alone.
so i walk with my head up
because the moon looks crazy today
and this feeling just wont let go .
a street welcomes new lands
another rushes back home.

In A State Of Delirium

(inhale)(exhale)(inhale)(exhale.)
a few cryptic movements inside of what seems like an abyss.
(Inhale)
can you hear a sound ?
in slow motion circling around your space ,
it catches your attention
making everything else a blur .
a million lightbulbs
dizzy and pale.
(exhale)
something is changing now. and you ask yourself , where am i ? is this real ?
(inhale)
and let this fluid travel inside you . like a bolt of lightening , it will cut through.
the breathing gets heavier (while your thinking where is this going to lead you , whats next?)
and suddenly
just suddenly
you wake up somewhere else
or maybe you think that you have woken up somewhere else
But in reality...
well , reality ?
(inhale)(exhale)(inhale)(exhale)
its time to let go off this nasty habit.
time to snap back .
but a hand reaches out from nowhere
its pulling me in
a voice screaming in my head
pleading for just one last time
to drift into the unknown dimensions
that know , no time
or the laws that newton announced.
its a state of delirium .
it eats my insights.
I can feel a part of me burning to death ,
or maybe
its a part of me is coming to life ?