Frozen snowy air
Mulled wine
Your deep breaths
The sweatest lull

I was thinking
Could we not love so hard
But save it
For the days our bodies fall apart

It was after a snowless winter
at the time
when darkness untightened
its grip of this latitude
slumber like
ever tired, never on the top of things
I heard you
the simplest thing
my world
my inner voice

A good life bothers me quite a lot
this white noise behind my inner voice
The higher frequencies
The charlatans and the guides

What is it to be human
Our blind belief for an answer is our religion
Rationale over feeling
Some call the illusion beautiful

We tell each other how this life is supposed to be lived.
This happens for various motivations.
But to anyone listening I say, be brave to lose yourself,
for the battle before fought in the fields now rages in the mind.
The human battle ever worth taking.

My state of mind can be seen in the horizon
Warm blue for the first evening sun in a while
I was sleeping when you came to me
I wish you stay

What makes us believe in our own thoughts
When they make us go so bad
Why do they feel real but far away
and sometimes oh so close

What is this I in my colour palette
Today I'm feeling blue
Hopefully tomorrow brings some of that crazy yellow
So that green may bring me joy with its appearance

If you were here next to me, you'd speak of times I can only dream, even there I'm reeling, touching walls, so needing.

Waking up feels like home, at nights I seem to want more, forgetting that past is living, only in dreams so vivid.

We are hurricanes of the great glasshouse, lonely ones with fear to espouse, the fear of something haunting us, thus the estrangement, thus our society's arrangement.

Funny how we remember and forget, is it because of now, or the past?

Like vapour and mist, like dreams and memories, I smile upon you dear past.

Reflections in the great glasshouse, for us to see.