When did we change?
When did we change so much,
that I cannot remember us,
even now, when we touch?
When was the breaking point
between the „we“ and
you and I?

I look at you, into your eyes,
and I see no more stars, nor feel I butterflies,
but this empty feeling in my heart.
What are we now,
What is it;
should we go back the start?

I brush through hair,
silky, blonde strands shining
underneath some golden air.
in the himid atmosphere,
I feel a trace of bittersweet, dark
despair for the desire of the...