Is it worth it stay with what I know?
Or wish for something that might not come?
My hands - there is no guidance.
My eyes - I canât see answers
 In the photographs I can see myself smiling.
In the photographs - but is it still my real life with you?
Aiming for the unknown, fading into dark.
I'm trying not to dream, my dreams are my demands.
It's easier not to have.
Iâm fading into darkâŠ
Only photographs I have, only photographs I see.
Love in photographs is covered with glossy varnish glow.
In the photographs this loveâs glossing as it was.