Write to me, sing to me, talk to me or just let me hear you breathe.
I mean I just want you to do something.
Make feel I’m really alive in this time
Wait do you even speak?
Maybe I’m just lost in myself
Lost in my mind.
Do you find yourself with these thoughts at times?
I’m here simply waiting and listening.
Searching for a sign.
Something I’ll see and only I will know
That’s meant for me
That sign is mine
I mean the grim reaper always shows up from time to time
Reminding us how fragile the balance is.
Yet life never speaks
Where the fuck is the line between dreams and reality?