Lost, being lost, I dream of a dreamless sleep.
Lost in translation, searching for fire in order to be fired from anything that paralyzes my mind, lost in the middle of Europe, creating puzzles I don’t want to solve.
Sometimes is good to let time pass by.
The car is spinning, drifting on wet grounds, houses are empty, relationships are falling apart.
You, me, a gray space in the middle.
I set a star behind a stone,
I set a stone behind my heart.
I don’t want more words
because
more words mean more effort
and the load that this effort holds
is unbearable to carry it in this space.
