what should I do with this version of myself
where to take it from here
the sky so flimsy
the earth
so hard in the middle
my body resembles this city
no possessions no walls to defend
my memory talks back to me
no results found except a few magical
places
this game we call "game"
life we call living. talking. destroying
I suddenly shiver
what matters is to identify who's under that mask
love can you fill in the space
enough for a thunder
for one great song
don't come empty handed
it's almost late afternoon
