you cannot hear me falling
no-one can, in fact
I’ve learnt how to subdue (ages ago) when the world was still birthing and thinking up its silly existence

Old habit, long practise

saddenly, you caught your glad bliss in neglect
and why are you tiptoeing in your dreams?

“Carridge”
September 1, the Day after August
I never got to know you
Seven weeks, at the smallest

And I never found out if you were short or the tallest
But God is very busy, you were an angel on his call list

I don’t try to talk about it matter factually
Because my hearts tends to be the weakest very saddenly
Summer, Winter, Fall, Spring in the time that it’s happening
God lead me through the season and I can say that very happily

I’ll never forget about you, you’ll always bond to exist
You were apart of me, something I truly miss
But God has a plan, an executive slip
Sweet Baby, Sweet Baby it’s better than this.