I'm getting weaker each day.
Paranoia's all I got left.
There's so much...
I could not say.
All is chaos in my head.
No one's here to help,
And everyone's leaving.
My sutured wounds,
once again...
are opening.
Just here...
Waiting for my deathbed.

You might be tired
of chasing the fire
between us
that is continuously fading.
It is getting harder
day by day.
It is true
that we must learn
to love ourselves first
before loving
the other person.
But I don't know how,
I'm sorry but
can you stay
and tell me how?
With repeated melancholy states.
Teach me how
to be happy,
how to cope up
with the things I never learned
from my past experiences.
Change is constant,
that's all I know.
Iloveyou
to the moon and back.

I climbed once again my favourite
tree, the one where I used to go dressed up with constellations.
Sat on a branch, as a child, I summoned entities from the
outer space, hopeful to be given
the secret of life by some weird creature, a fearless knight from
Mars. Now I summon all those I mourned. Are you there? Can you
hear me? Do you remember when
we rang bells all around to get
some fun? Are there any bells on
the Moon? And you guy, you, are
you still young? Did you find your
mate waiting for you in the Milky
Way? I bet she does her best to
give herself that air of oddity you
were crazy for.