I dissapear in the cold night,
The stars can't light my inner darkness.
I drift apart,
Like the ocean
But I never return.

I break apart, tearing myself up,
Surrounded by abscence,
Filled with emptiness.

I've never known better,
And I know I will not.
So, just let me rot
And let me
Be just a shout into the void.

Yesterday I saw him wearing glasses.
My father used to have a perfect vision.
His hair was gray, like the ashes of my cigar.
His hands, wrinckled, like my heart after the thought of you.

His grip was not as hard as it used to.
His hand holding mine was no longer strong.
But when we walk on the streets he still protects me,
as if his paper-thin body could stop a storm.

"You'll always be my baby daughter" he says with a smile that shadows his eyes.
With a tired body and soul,
but with a heart just as big and infinite as time.

The space between her lips. That infinite space that forms in her face when her soul makes an effort to stay in her body. The space that allows the only scape for her thoughts when they surpass her mind. That inviting space, offering the lust that everyone dreams of, but at the same time showing innocence and purity. That dark space dividing her pale lips that drives into an encircled moment, not in the past or the future, but in the now, and in the tide of waves.