Father where have you gone?
Mom won't talk to me no more...
I am a heart
you know me well...
Cry cry Ill never die
Cry a tear...
This dream is a repetition
a constant configuration of bad thoughts...
I am trying to figure out
this little problem called reality...
Do you ever look into the mirror and wonder who...
Ask yourself what happened. How did it get this...
Nothing will ever be able to explain this feeling,
so real, so beautiful...
Days go by in the blink of an eye
Weeks pass by yet but we don't feel...
Inspired from this picture...
Divinity among the dead
Imperial status among the living...
There are new bridges
Worn bridges...
................Life,......................
.............A tunnel...