My skies peak at night time
when the sun has set,
the moon has disappeared into a blinding light,
and I catch from every corner of my eye
questions around me,
asking me why I'm alive.
The mazes, life-like, have never been
more real than now
when everything around
is silent and hollow.
I breathe and try to breathe into it meaning
every single minute of my life:
annihilate every question that appears every second
just because no matter what happens
I need to survive.
Nothing else, how much ever dearsome,
is an option.
Meet me again,
I again wish to draw the first letters of our first names
together on your windshield
until you add a heart to it.
My fantasies are aglow with you,
only if you knew
of all the bad things you do
in it.
Dream-like
