And the loneliest time had lost its meaning. Loneliness had just started to be the sweetest feeling...and then it was. No more hidings or flatterings, wishes or fundamental truths. Why should it be as it should? Madness could be a substitute of me...why not? If clouds can fly, maybe my papers could too, what do you say?
Let's hide under a tree, be a bee and buzz away from flower to pray...from every pray to the blue sea of these bruises. Not as birds but as jealous people...running, running in platforms of cold cold metal.
A life of wondering, should I wait? No more, just a simple smile can take me now...and then!