we've met somewhere in a magical place
a misty dream where our souls dance together
we've got drunk by our connection
electrified by in-explainable energy
that suddenly explode to nothingness
and i wonder if you got hurt like i do
got lost in a grey forest without trees and flowers  to talk to
got your eyes bleed from crying because you miss me like i miss you.

truth is i'm not certain
do i want this or not?
or i'm just afraid
of missing then connecting
too reserved to communicate
too silent to talk
too small in this big world
do i want this?
it doesn't matter anymore
cause i'm already at the ground of my fear
its been 9 days since i got in my fearful dream
oddly, it wasn't  scary
as i thought it would be
do i like it now?
truth is, i still don't know
but i'm here
i'm already here.

If only death is temporary
A break, a vacation
I would take it for a month, or a year
To rest, to be free from all anguish
And return when I'm ready
To feel something again.

And there she was
Invisible, like a ghost
Watching a man from afar
Cryptic, like the moon
On a dreaded night..

Disappointments got me to this misty road
Sluggishly cycling a creaking bicycle in a drizzle
While poisoning my bushed lungs with cigarettes

A replacement to my sweet medicinal marijuana
That I skipped for months, trying to be clean, to be good
But in my head there’s still a noise saying I need it so much
To feel powerful, for a day of greatness in nirvana
To forget that I needed someone to feel worthy,
Or so to create an apparition of a friend to whom
I can share my disappointments and success
While in reality I’m alone in boredom
Killing time and whatever I have,

Oh Gaaad, sorry I feel weak

My insecurities got me to this misty road
Sluggishly cycling a creaking bicycle in a drizzle
While poisoning my bushed lungs with cigarettes.