if only were blind

lost his mind
lost in his mind
still trying to find
someone of his kind

like the fisherman who, barefoot, stepped on one of his own hooks

hello forgotten place, it's been a long time..

he flew his plane too low, now there are too many he left with empty arms.

now i'm walking through the crash site of somebody's past life

now he's parting the clouds as tomorrow shines fiercely on this wreckage

his skeletal hands

capsule

spinning in the tiny bubble
swirling in circles
round and round exploding in colours
time stretches and shrinks
like a spring it blinks

comes to a standstill while the heart sinks
but the second hand races on
right down at the bottom the mind is alert
but the heart is stuck deep down in the dirt

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building up into nothing

in the clouds

higher and higher up

brought down by rain

washed away whatever weighed me down

but together with it took me down

droplets

through my hair

down my face

down my neck

over my chest

clothes clung like cling wrap

trickles

streams

down

for how long

head hung low

tears flowed

dealt yet with another blow

again left in the cold

will you be bold

hold on to your soul

against what you know

what courage

just a mirage

you see it

but it aint there

you punch it

but its all air

placed faith in it

but it aint fair

til then

for now

i don't know what is and isn't there