Emptiness

There is always this emptiness after.
After someone has touched your soul.
All the fragile becomes inadaptive.
Is it final? Though... is it a call?

There's always this emptiness falling,
Being fated by others' insights.
Do you see all these stones being rolling?
Do you feel how alive are these demons inside?

A piece of talented mind
easily blows itself up.
The flow of poisoned blood
washes the passionate heart.
A body wanting to live
as it knows how to die.
(Oh, God, why?)
...
Feelings rarely flow while the words’re still untold -
A sense of emptiness remains as the essence of the world.
Here I am, standing tired in the middle of the desert -
Though i let someone in I still want to exore it.

Well, while leaving this space, you become part of sands
used to form heavy castles at the end of the land.
Broken edges are so well known, damn... so there is no hope
that there might be something to believe in and hold.

A piece of talented mind
easily blows itself up.
The flow of poisoned blood
washes the passionate heart.
A body wanting to live
as it knows how to die.
(Oh, God, why?)

But you know, all the edges lead to the opposite side.
There's always a bridge to meet someone beside...
All we own are the stories someone told us before.
There's always a chance to build anew. Therefore

There's always a chance to build anew. Therefore

2021