I don’t know why blades of grass came up to my mind,
but I feel like I can see them.
Green, curved, as if they were hugging each other.
My mind is filled with emptiness
the worst feeling ever.
My fingers, static.
My eyes are looking for something they cannot see,
just emptiness, as if they were closed.
A shiver swings upon the thought which tears us apart.
My mind goes mad with the thought that’s tearing us apart.
I hate unknown feelings (not only when I feel them for you)
Constantly waiting for something, something new.
I’m waiting to become unresponsive to feeling cold.
'cause this cold sensation prevents me from touching your hands.
Confusion as an annoying intermittence.
It’s cold, freezing.
I’m amused by what scares other people,
a sadistic game palyed by my mind.
I have no fear of you and
if this cold I feel could help our lives to join
I would let a thousand freezing winters crush on me
untill I’d be albe to breathe.
Your lack consumes (without any actual ending),
it digs a hole packed with fears.
How will we breathe with no air?