Doors have closed on me
some came as a surprise...

A dust of magie noire on my wrist
a splash of moon drops behind the ear...

When busy painting
I often use a language that's misunderstood...

Family as well as friends
you can't always count on them...

A puzzle of emotions
scattered all over...

My dear darkness
it's time to say goodbye...

I am fighting this battle
against my inner heart...

I am walking through the harvest
every day, same time...

The last session, my mouth is dry
I am not allowed to move around...

I cherish those moments
the times I have with you...

There was never a time
where playing happy life was easy...

Fall is moving in
a new season begins...