im something
im nothing
im somewhere
in between
the reality
of silence
and the rapture
of me

can i get inside
the skin of self?
wisdoms belonging
to pain
and to nothing
and to no-one else
not knowing
the depths of death
the anger of pain
the stress of love
once again

twice in a row
just like that
the miracle occurs
in 3.5 seconds flat
owned by a heart
that beats too fast
lives in another world
cant get to
cant live in
cant share
just exists
somewhere
in the imagination
of lovers

we are defined
by the moment

Then life changes freely
...just like that