The past fades, it must,
alas! you fade to dust,
oblivion be thy death,
you are but a phantom,
words be thy breath,
mine in writing them.

Vicariously,
you pull through,
A man merely has one
yet this one gives life to two?
One as elegant and lovely,
her immortality
deserved to be made true,
words be thy breath,
mine in writing them.

Dreams be thy eyes,
mine sinking in them,
hours, days, months,
passed and to come,
Our kin never dies,
never did, never will.

Drops of love
are falling continuously
over the streets and the roofs.
A long rain
came to wash away
the sadness.

Birds from my heart
went away flying
far, far away,
to deliver you a message.
These birds bring you
rays of light.
You are my Soul Reminder

In the same time,
I need to continue my life
without you.
I need to go on
singing
dancing
loving
writing
Fully living

reach out ye white antler antennae
up to the succulent sky
tree teach me how to always be
growing, spreading finger branches high
teach me roots
teach me the hidden why
of the fruit of not every leaving
is to die, tree
reach out ye white antler antennae
and blossom me into life

that feeling you get when you see others living in the moment
you’re there in this moment, but not the focus of it
on the sidelines, you’re like a ghost
you aren’t part of the moment, but you contribute to its existence

like a side character, you don’t interfere
watch as the main characters make the moment clear
you don’t dare to step past the invisible boundaries, fearing you’ll ruin the moment

like a camera, you catch the moment, but you aren’t part of it
it’s like a coming of age movie, except you’re the extra with one line

people say you’re the main character, but you know that isn’t true
the main character doesn’t watch from a bench
the main character doesn’t swipe through stories of friends
the main character doesn’t stand under a roof as people play in the rain

you’re the side character, and you know it
you’re the side character, just living through the moment

isn’t just something you just do
it’s something you feel
living isn’t just living
its kinda confusing

living is knowing you have the next day, and the next, and the next
living is almost like you forget you’re actually alive, because you feel invincible

living is more than just existing
it’s that rush of adrenaline you get
your lungs breathing in that familiar scent
it’s the tears you cry,
the laughs you laugh

living isn’t always easy
most people just live to survive
live to get by
but wouldn’t you rather live to feel alive?