In the distance
Where everything bounces and hold on to its grip
Where all mixed together
To make a mess so beautiful
That it creates another distance
But far more precious
And far more away
...
Somewhere between your mothers face
And all the others
Underneath the words you hallow
The words you speak
And the words you hide away
Just like the distance that grew away
You become your person
So you go on
Creating something similar to your own way of thinking
Because,
You don't know
That maybe the thing that doesn't allow you to sleep
May just be the way you see things
Or the way you think you should
...
Because words could mean a lot of things
And different things
And all the things you could imagine and not
Because you see,
Words can not only be yours forever.