Everytime i look through the window ,i think you are there waiting for me , if its raining , or not, i still wish this moment to be true
How to hide something is living in me and awakes me in the night , when Silence invites me to dream this dream again and again
How to stop staring a the clouds and see shapes of figures , faces, words or phrases telling me this day will come
Sadness is not a god feeling bit it tastes like cleaning my soul from the most dark and forgotten emotions, memoried and dreams.
Theres always a hope...
...Living in me.
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