I know the truth love, don’t you just scare me off.

I missed so many nights, because of you , is there something I’m supposed to do?

Maybe I should embrace it, or maybe even face it.

My dear friend,

I've been touching the left over thoughts that wonder around in the untouched body.

But still, there is no reality to this story.

And i’ll give and give as much as I can, do efforts that I don’t even have.

But you will still think I’m a child, even if you don’t even know how to handle yourself.

Don’t you recognize yourself, is the line of this empty story, how you handle nothing…

I stood in the dark misty meadow.

A black bull in the middle.

Breathing out the clouds of warm air. The grass wet of dawn, cold but still so warm.