Tired of dreaming of rest, tired of dreaming of the future, tired of thinking what the next step would be.

I would catch the rainfall with my cupped hands and offer them to you - the cold crisp rain - but these days the sun blinds us all with her brillance, beating down mercilessly.

Smoking cancer sticks and counting the minutes to the end of the day so the whole routine and start all over again. Because every second feels like a minute and every minute feels like an hour, infinity stretches ahead, leaving me with nothing to do other than to sit and smoke and think back on the years that has passed.

Nobody is ever really right. Tragedies inside of us, secrets we keep, emotions we hide. I can already see you stumbling through this cryptic mess of words, trying to unravel it all. You're feeling the walls in the darkness, groping at strange objects.

By starlight, I'll be there to stare into your dead eyes and try to breathe life into your dead soul. I fall in love too easily but so do you.

breathe // dream

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