I failed to keep in touch with your worlds.
I've been chasing my paradise lost.
How well are you in touch with your worlds?
Do you still look at the moon?
Or are you busy at nights fixing up the broken pieces of that beautiful flowervase that you threw at your father?
Does the scent of night bring you memories of your beloved?
Does the morning breeze smell of perished pasts?
Do you regret your pasts?
Is it a fantasy? Your reality.
How do you grasp your reality? Your fantasy.
Is it a dream for you ? This life.
Does your god look like you?
Do you bleed blues?
Is it dark inside you? Does it hurt?
Do they dim their lights...