Why do you haunt me?
Why do you haunt this fragile estate of mine?
Am I a series of rooms more than I am a house?
If I tear down these walls, create new windows, will I still see the stars?
If I destroyed this mirror, this cruel reflection of myself, would I still be this ghost?
The deeper my dreams take me, the longer I want to stay awake, fighting the inevitable.
The more I think about love, the less I believe in its power.
Who did this to you impossible? Who hurt you in such a way, that you completely dismiss the future?
Future which neither of us know.
Dear impossible, why do you haunt me?
Is watching not enough?
How many walls must I take down for you to realize you're bound by nothing?
What must I do to realize that you're within my soul?
What must I do to see that I'm bound by nothing but me?
That one's for you, Adam.
2 comentários:
Thanks man, appreciate it.
Tho I did not understand anything from the older posts. ahaha
As Perez would say.. Me loves it!
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