Fields of the evening, Long grass in the breeze and a river down her face. Dark flecks in the sky, it's all a blur, the magpies all fly home. Black trails linger down her arms, Smudged and damp to the touch. Hyperventilisation with every scarse breath, And realisation begins to creep in. She can't go home.. She can't go home...
Breathing in breathing out feeling my ribs and its elasticity, while taking baby steps like I never walked before. For the first time, I hope this walk is no means to an end. Walking on endless fluffy clouds, the three colored leaves, the fluffy gold retriever won't even lure my eyes With you. Like a full baby, my smile says everything.
Every breath was just a means to surviving Every step was just a means to a cave All the three-star meals was an excuse to watch tv Looking down from the apex of ignorance I thought the clock was mine, I dreamed the gold will be mine, hallucinating our journey would reach across the horizon to slowly smile at you.
Puffy eyes and wet pillows say it all I am digging my own grave to get to the clouds while another sun shines on my back. Again, closing my eyes just for another walk on that fluffy night cloud.
I heard dreams come true. I wish that was true. Love you.