We are nothing, but a dust on a dust, flying through the dust in a made up timeline.

Stayed behind

All I have is this old, hard and cold table. I put my head on it. I can hear it creak, as if to complain. I am sick of hearing your stories.
My own voice disappears in void. And tears grow old, my eyes wear the loneliness away. I need to tell him another story.
He creaks. No, not again, not a sound I want to hear. He creaks.
I sit silently. Reminiscence. My own quiet soul grows weary. Knowing that even he can't bear me.
All I have is this old, hard and cold table. I put my head on it wishing it was a warm shoulder. And some ears who would not be tired of another story.

It did not matter

Eventually, it will all be alright. It's easy to forgive and forget, only for your own sake. It is alright, for most of it at least.

I was your maybe

I cannot stop

Today I am not

I am not the one I was yesterday

Yesterday I was not

I was not the one I am today

I can not tell how the time will flow

But I can tell you some

I am not the same way

Every day I am different

Never repeating, growing

For someone to simply get used to

Today I am not

I am not who will I be tommorow

Tomorrow I will not be

I will not be who I was today

As the time flows on

I become a fleeing moment

Even to my own being

Secrets

If you will ask for one mint, I will pull you into my own insane reality.  You will see that world for me is full of unexpected ideas and spontaneous ways. After all, this one particular life we live only once. Just ask me for a refreshing mint.

I did not know which color you like best, so I brought you every single one of them.

Just a second

Your body next to mine
Is all I need tonight
And right before I open my eyes
I want to see your face again
I can hear this voice
I can hear this song
Right before I press play
I want to feel your body next to mine

Stand still

Can you feel the heat rising? Her body in your arms melts like a dark chocolate. So sweet, but still a little bit sour.If you hold it still too long, it will all melt away. So don't stand still. 

Can you feel the heat rising? Don't wait up,or all the sweetness will be lost.

Can you feel the wind blowing? At the edge of the world, you stand and just one step could take you over the dark infinity or you can go back. Please just don't stand still. The moment passes and you are left pondering and doubting yourself.

 Can you feel the wind blowing? Don't wait up, or the moment will pass, and she might just be gone, the wind will take her away.

Can you feel darkness? You have to travel blindly through it, but it doesn't feel that scary as you think. You can enjoy it or fear it, but is it really what you want to spend your precious time on? 

Can you feel the darkness? Don't wait up standing still, sometimes a little courage is all we need. Before we know right at the reach of our arms could be a treasure, or could be nothing.

Can you believe it that you could feel it? Just don't stand still.

Light is still on

We are too young for tomorrow, and a little too old for yesterday. Intervened just for a second, then let go our seperate ways. Standing here lost and wondering, if we could've done something differently.
Strings and piano keys play in my earphones. Through all the music and heavy bass, all I want to hear is - your voice. Just a little bit more.
We are too young for evening, too old for morning. It is just this moment. Could we speak? Could we be different this time?