no words to fill the emptiness frozen in me.
reading is my illusion of being more real than my fantasy.
I thought I could do, be, say or sing something impressive.
I’ll never survive my dreams, my fantasies and all the strange little worlds living in.
I’ll be just fine at the end of the journey if someone will know Me.
Take a whisper and breathe it through other ears.
Just wanted to say I need you,
But this need it takes some space in me
that you’re leaving in emptiness.
So I build the walls for my safety
I’m not responding,
I’m not being lovely,
This is my heart,
The only one free ,
They never transplant