At midnight the sun’s rays stinged my eyes
someone’s calling; I pretend to not hear
Memories, stories, concepts and timeAre fruits on the branches of trees that we climbA web, a dimension, a…
Isn’t it weird how the only emotion you can be in, is love.You can’t be in happy, or in mad, or in terrified.You can only be in love.
You sit in the dark wondering why for so longThat you stop expecting an answer
all I seeis your silhouette