#mrom

She had been holding the thought

The wonder of the memory

Suddenly she asked, “Would you be willing to join the madness within me?”

“I thought i was already in it”, he replied

And perhaps, they were not destined to meet in this lifetime

I can´t assure the next one

But soon is enough to settle her soul

We´re all pairs of starring eyes

Seeking for someplace to stare into

Finding comfort in the most unexpected situations

Even though words are not used

The conversations flow through

Allowing us to feel, interact and be

Bored of being ourselves

Starring endlessly at what may lie in front of us

Unaware of the joy that´s being missed from us

In the making we were

Until we became tired

Tired of being ourselves

To this cruel world we take part in

The key might be us

But until we shape ourselves as a key

We cannot help us escape into freedom