Lately I  feel like this place
has become a house
that people has left
a long time ago,
with a lot of sun fading moments
and timeless spells
Where I hear people scribbles
Seemingly like ghosts
from a place I could never reached
Lately I find myself
fighting this game
of hope and catch me if you can
From a place
of fathomless longing
dreaming of words
as they whisper in my ear
to find my way back home,
towards the lingering light
that will otherwise
soon be a memory
among what feels
like a broken house.
Lately I feel like
there’s still a few words left whispering in my head
To keep speaking my story
where our golden light
engraves the secrets of our being upon this broken canvas
No matter what !!!