2020.05.28




it's not the cold that makes me tremble
it's the space inside, which, for some reason
is locked up
a place full of ghosts i can't reach
a crystal ball, full of shadows and swirling clouds
many little pieces of light
like suns, moons and stars
flying and floating around
there's peace and there's chaos
fear and comfort
the core, maybe
full of the softest things
and the secret to how they disappear

is there balance
who knows
what does it look like
what does it /feel/ like

//

all these threads of stars
i hang them out to shine
are their borders sharp
does their fire burn
oh i wouldn't mind
but i think they're only light
sewn together with some luck
fortune, in every way

(imagine a blanket made of these
one we could share)

//

i wanna hide
behind the door
i wish you could come with me
and sit with me on the floor

do you think we can go
somewhere on our own
where we would feel nothing but dusklight and the songs
we'd improvise every day without a care in the world

do you think i can stay
enough time to wait for you
do you think hope keeps burning forever
do you think it can disguise
as something i had from the start


remember when i used to say
i could just throw it all away


i think the flame change(s) colours but it never ever fades
just like your smile stays the same
and the promise i made it's got me going so many directions
and yet it's the same thing that guides me
so in a way, my friend, it's only fate
you light the way