They say what brings you warmth will turn you cold, I ain’t runnin’ from the sun, I ain’t runnin’ from love. It’s time to embrace the bright lights.
I’m tired of living by the rules, tired of living so as not to die. Time to start living until it’s time to say goodbye.

Will you take my hand and join me? Or will you stay in your frigid corner? Protected by stoicism and voluntary distance, take my hand and join me… Let us shed these protective layers, with each pull we will cry but it will be tears of discovery. How do I shake you, how can I wake you from your inherited distant smile? I need you, I need you…

We shared some wine, got physical drinking in a stew; brewed with physicality and a spirituality from another dimension.

In a hotel room, behind a tree in the park and overlooking the city; behind a wall on a rooftop.
Then it simply fell to the ground.
I thought I would be able to gather all the pieces and somehow put it all together again.
But there were missing and rusted parts…
The whole thing was shattered.
It all fell apart.

When the joke is not funny and it never truly was…
When her eyes seemed true and you remember them as blue, but the tears she cried were brown with lies and dirt which fell down. Stained your white shirt and destroyed all sense of trust…

When the joke is not funny and it never truly was…
I can come soaring, spinning and roaring. All shiny and new.
I thought that joke was funny and I thought I heard a laugh…
Oh the silence that can suffocate a lost soul, can’t anyone hear me crying?
Another night falling, no moon, no stars and no sentries to guard the world.
I can’t make it through…I can.
I can come soaring, spinning and roaring. All shiny and new.
I can’t…
I can.
I can come soaring, spinning and roaring. All shiny and new. But the joke wasn’t funny and the answers had no correlation to the questions and the words didn’t rhyme until the next sentence…