A blank page,
the air that I can’t breathe.
Black and white,
in the long and never ending night.
Things to do,
a stalemate of obvious things,
the smiles of friends I’m lucky to have.
To be naked. Naked while wearing a mask that’s tearing apart from my new born face.
You, a thorn in my side, a lock on my treasure.
Being away from pleasures.
It’s by far the hardest thing I’ve ever known,
to be so in love with you and so alone.
And as you watch me moving following unknown and obscure patterns, you feel lost, and I have to find my way by myself.
Heavy burden. Cold sheets.
A dreamer falling down.
A map of Canada,
Messages in the dark.
I draw a path on the map,
moving my finger crossed as I remember the taste of beer we drank that night.
The night, when the lighten up tower were bending at the sound of our powerful dreams.
And now, hidden under the covers, afraid to plunge into a dream that’s just stolen time, I seek answers.
I seek my goal, my arrival lane, my.
My. My. My. My.