Makes you want to not write anymore
I wonder what your mind reads into it
The illusions that resurface every third day
It's all too obvious isn't it?
Sweet salvation in another's pain.
There are worlds we choose to ignore
Lost in our own translations
Of what could be and what could have been
There are worlds we choose to forget.
Fragrant is the air tonight with little nothings
Rains that come hither and flee
Cold waves of unwanted misery
This winter hurts me so.