Incinerate

Part II.

-¨It's true, you must be prepared when the moment arrives you¨ -

Sitting by the window, the birds are flying

with the breeze on they face: pure happiness

they don't run away.

Should we hold on to love when it hurts?

Life hurts, it's like a tiny pain, pulsating

Would you run away from life?

Or is slipping away?

Everything happens, and is transmuted

You are a passenger: traveling wide open

jumping with your covered eyes,

again and again

reaching vacuum.

How did we meet ourselves?

fulls of life

burning us

couldn't stay our hands away

and living in that gaze of yours

How did we find ourselves so far apart?

dreamed of you, like always dream: my curse.

It's funny how love fades

you look at it and it doesn't burn you

Now it's: incinerated. M