because of you,
i do stupid, irrational,
immature things,
but it makes me think
of you while i'm
misbehaving, you
cause that feeling
of adrenaline in me,
so i keep thinking
of you, it makes me
high and confused,
but i am happy in that
state of confusion and desire,
while you keep me
too high to even think
rationally.

the burning,
blinding sun is
slowly hiding
behind the
green mountains,
with a touch of
white snow,
and I admire the
monotony of the sun,
its energy to repeat
everything, day after day,
until it completely burns
and all its energy it's gone,
and has no more to continue,
so it does what's best for it -
it kills everybody, by
being a grenade and
exploding.

whenever i
lie next to you,
on our tiny
bed, all i feel
is emptiness
surrounding us,
absence and
tension are present,
suffocating us,
until someone
gets up from
the bed, and leaves
without a word,
and without a goodbye.