what keeps one from taking the first move?
not one's ego,
it's the fear of getting disappointed afterwards...

what keeps one from certain people?
not the fear of being judged,
it's the fear of being criticised afterwards........

what keeps one from togetherness?
not the fear of being used,
it's the fear of being misused and thrown afterwards...

what keeps one from love?
not the fear of getting the love faded,
it's the fear of being unloved afterwards...

actually the biggest fear is not "the present",
it is the fear of "the afterwards"....
can we live in the moments? and fear afterwards?

I was thinking of nothing when I met you
Silhouettes escaped my mouth and danced
A cowardly song, carrying my feelings to
My eyes open, widely entranced
By the idea of loving again

Soft footsteps, waterfall eyes
Excitement gripping my heart
Ideally, falling to pieces again
As I let you shred me apart

Loud music, static for brains
Fire leaves burns on my face
Lovely, finding the smoke in my veins
As I further my death into art

Dead hands, across burned flesh
Opposites dance in the night
Computer brains, refresh
And candles burn open my eyes
Oh the idea of loving again