Tell me.

Tell me how to see the world through your eyes.
You see the most beautiful hands to have been hurt from the most beautiful hug's thorn

For you people are made from stars and someday
they'll become birds
I wonder; Did you ever found your Alice?
Did you stole the colour of her eyes again?

I am here. Always on repeat, wearing the most warm cloth I have which is named; Loneliness

I wonder; Do you remember what we never lived?

Do you think there is a chance for the sky to change shape for us too?

The world within you,...