Generating noises and worries
In a moment of recess while restless

There, heaves in sight of a wish
to have some sort of magic
spells to make your pain and sufferings vanish

I worry, whether

my life will keep going well –


so without worries.

why did you abandon me?
in times where i was in need
where all but my liberty
was taken indeed

why must you abandon?
as you left all the worries
now im all alone
hoping for the apologies

It feels like I'm at the top of the mountain,
Unable to breathe again.
My body says it's cold,
Trembling uncontrolled.
I can't look at you,
I can't remember.
What was I saying again?
Oh right, I'm not in Antarctica.
But why does it feel like it?
Where exactly am I?
It must be Antarctica.
I feel like passing out,
I need to get down the mountain.
I feel like I'm dying.
The air must be thin,
It must be -29°C,
I must be dying in the cold.
That's why I can't breathe,
That's why I'm trembling,
That's why I feel this way,
I must be in Antarctica.

You came and left
Without a mark to remember,
Much like the cold snow days of peak December.

My worries do not reside in what I can do,
Rather, the heart-spun tether I attached to you.

I feel free when it’s windy
I feel warm when it’s cold
I feel love when it’s stormy
When it’s calm I get bored

I am weather dependent
Emotionally broke
Stay with me and surrender
When the lightning stroke

I like feel of the wind gust
Blowing right in the face
Moves all worries behind
Then they washed with the rain

I am weather dependent
Emotional wreck
When it’s calm I am scared
Oh, please Wind - blow again

It's pitch black
Darkness eats away
Gnawing at my worries
It crawls up my skin
Picking at my blemishes
It fills my mind creating hopelessness
Darkness flows through my veins
It's getting dark,
in this little heart of mine