it is the end of the journey, and i tasted all limits of life
still i can't find where the love ends and i begin
i fear i ended up being an extension of what reigns over me
if the sun kisses our cheeks every time we're out, we call it a sunny day then what am i, if it comes in and out in my every breath?
if the moon is the unconditional lover, maybe it was my fault after all
i gave it away too freely, too lovingly
i have no control of myself; it is always on a silver plate for whoever needs something soft and hopeful to lay on for a moment
what crumbles and clues could i have laid for it to be find? secrecy does not exist; when my love is around, the whole world can feel it
seas don't arrive in single drops when they flood the streets i'm afraid i will never learn




















