feel strange,
no hurts, no goods, just back to our roots.
we've started to range,
begin in zero again, willing to forget the pain.
hides the wander,
this strange feelings slowly dominating,
starting to get used to it.
only me, don't know about you.
do you?
times slowing badly,
had me think to rolling it back again, to
where we'd started to met, where we'd started to know, who i am, who you are, who we are.
the tears, the wounds, the laugh, the cure
blending each other in every moments, off of us.
but i'm sorry, not the wounds that i want for the end.
and not this writings, that i wants you to read now and then.
high and low, as cold as snow,
i dont want you to saw this pain show,
of this lonely soul that never grown.
20.10.2023