A bad getaway
Got away.
I'm stuck and I'll stay.

That is not
What I thought
It would be,
It would be.

I'm looking at you in the mirror,
But you keep disappearing,
But you keep disappearing.

The fresh air will come,
Just take care
That you still have something
To feel and enjoy it.

Rain is happening to this town,
Supermarkets are wet from inside,
Buses are floating through the crossroads.

Every morning
A wave of hope
Has a coffee taste.

I'm making a nice scrapbook of my decisions,
My feelings, my hopes, my personal life.
I'm still on the first page.

This fish isn't looking happy,
But than again,
A smiling fish is extremely rare.

I met this girl with beautiful eyes, which were constantly looking somewhere behind me. Probably she was imagining herself a better me, a me of tomorrow. So, I decided to stay overnight in this town, just in case.

There are no guidelines
About a background noise,
About a chilling wind
Or a mixture of those.

Civilisations have filters,
Filters for thoughts and feelings,
Filters for *** and beginnings.
I need only coffee filters.

The frontal ****** is frowned upon,
In some cases after a detailed inspection.
Oh, come on.

In a relaxed way
I'll come to you,
And I will stay.

As far as I know,
It's currently "no"
But finally "yes".

It was a good thinking,
Despite a bad feeling
And catastrophic result.

They told me
That there was no sky without me,
But there is now.
So I jumped.