2018.04.15.
It´s not late
I do´t care about the way the world is changingI keep wasting my time but I don´t care
I´m not interested in finding the perfect truth
I can breathe life in the craziest of fairies
What I do fear are the words
those frighten me
the calm words
those who destroy loves
and bring people to their limits
Those that caused us not to talk
I look you again in the eyes and I fear
Our memories left us again back
alone once more
It isn´t late
Middays with sunlight are knocking at our door
It isn´t late
The bright summers do not need words