Worse than believe in a cure,
is the hope of relief in the future,
what hurts your heart today,
is only inside yourself.
Loneliness, Restless, Hapinness, Voidness,
What is inside us?
I feel inside myself, I’m full of you.
I see into your eyes, I’m so in you,
While everyting else remains the same,
so grey, so slow, so tempting…
Magically faded by your soft skin,
when the world looks stunningly indifferent,
Sometimes it seems like everyone know your name.
Sometimes I wish I wasn’t there.
When will you return?
Don’t tell me,
I’d better wait,
It’s worth it.
EDI TIMES 