You gulp down the bright red medicine, and conceive a flower. A gerbera, a green bulb, a window with an ocean view and the hands of a cradle.
Like a fish that lost its heart, watching an old movie. I want a knife that can cut well, with the right words above all else.
Adults that don’t know the rules of the game. A gentle device was necessary.
With our empty hearts as they are, let’s do the same thing, a city that's breaking apart
You said “It’s like a lie, isn't it”
Dragging one leg through the place of our rebirth, a sinking ship.
“I want to stay like this” you smiled.
Why didn't you touch it?
There is even prayer here.