Visions of Luisa

I am lost inside a cloud

haze all around

can not see anything clear

feel like time is running by

too blind to grab it by its tail

a fraction of a second or is it a whole day?

lost between the real and the fake

illusion trying to sneak into my mind

telling me the truth through from behind

is it all made up

why am I sitting here

head inside this world

days on the road in the middle of nowhere

is it the homes who created us or is it the home we create?

is it the places we are always drawn back to or is it the place someone is always awaiting you?

like burning fires

the warm oranges that autumn brings

turning trees into flames

without burning them

without hurting them

my heard is aching

when I think of these magic moments

now far in the past

but they will never be lost

for I carry them with me every single day

I am all of these beautiful moments

not used to being friendly - his fucked up soul can’t deal with it

for all he knows is hatred - so bitter, closed and empty

a lonely soul in darkness - to reach it will be hard

sitting out in the cold - always smoking his last cigarette

everyday, it never gets old - his darkness consumes him

his life is devoted to it - sadness, looking out into the lonely night