• Staring at the moon
    Trying to focus, thinking and wondering about our end
    About my life`s end
    Is not the fact I just miss you, is the fact I miss myself
    I have lost everything that seemed to care, leaving me nowhere to stand
    Friends, none of the seem to reach what it used to be, family never existed
    Life, just an illusion fulfilled with hope that on will be turned apart.
    What a recurrent subject, ignoring it, hopping it will fade away
    But somehow things do not just end, get darker, awful
    The only thing that still stand is… are my bad habits… those which I plan to escape from as well as escape from you… so please do not smile at me and then vanish, no light needed if darkness is your only present, at the end that is what is left.
    Now smile, and get ready for the next day, for next month, next year; for the tomorrow, when the sunrise will help you pretend none on this happened, where you are what you want to believe, where the sunset shows your true nature; welcome back.
    Get yourself up, climb once more, reach and hang on until, it just fades away, it will be intermittent I’ll assure you… but then what is left is about the same… high heels, lipstick, dark shades, smile… walk, breath, talk breathe… cause it is not going to wait for you.