loneliness. dark. shadows all around.
these are all parts of  a broken heart
a corner. a carpet. a tisue tor my tears
thats the place where everything just disappears
a love. an enemy. a friend.
all seams to be just a lie in my head
a book, an empty page, a pair of eyes
when everything around slowly dies
a mind, a soul and just a heart
all waiting for a new start
to be alone, to have no one, to die in silence
all without love passion not even violence
to stay forever in your mind
to not know how to be kind
to die every day multiple times
even to break apart sometimes
but nobody has eyes for that
they only see their reflexion through the window
and you ll always be just what they know

where am I? where am I going?
it s hard to say. I am running from the dark, 'cause it scares me, and the Light is just trying to blind ME.
I live in a world where Black and White are all a person like ME can feel, all a person like me can see.
I can't feel colours, cause shades are not a part of my heart.
My soul is concrete,
Just the light and the darkness that are sleeping in my mind, my heart, my soul.
It is hard to find another one like me but that s what a traveller is made for.
To find the light in the darkness, and the dark that's resting in the light.
Like the stars in the night and the shadows in the light.
These must be parts of a soul, broken apart waiting to find eachother.
But they need help.
From me.
From you.
From us.
'Cause who could be able to fix the broken if not the broken ones?
Who'd be able to match the light of a star with the shadow of its own if not us, the ones who' d been broken so many times that the count has already lost a milion tears