the guitar strums its chords, the place is dark
but i somehow can still see
the fire outside
its not cold anymore
its not dark anymore

was i like a rock?
that bares the harsh waves of the sea?
that gives home to the lost shells?
that doesn’t know how is outside?

the guitar continues, and we’re swimming.
i watch the rock, the waves beating on it, making a loud noise.
i cover my ears, and you watched me
its blurry

the music doesn’t stop
even if I can’t see the rock anymore.
I follow you to the depths
and we play splashing water on each other
the depths aren’t so scary!
‘yeah. i told you’ you replied, looking at the rock again.

‘remember her?’
no.
‘you should. she lived half of your life’
what do you mean?
who?
and the music continues, and the waves too! it’s amazing, how things move..
how things move..