what hasn't found me

29 January 2009

Time hasn’t found me as much as it wants to.
I’m almost sure you’ve lost me in front of my eyes.

I can barely recognize my own hands.
It’s like walking on clouds, feeding on dust, sitting on stars.

There’s no telling which one to live and which one to dream.

I am one and not the other one,
and if I am the other one, who says I can’t be the one?

I shut down my eyes, you’re all I can see.
The unreal and the tangible,
I’m not one to say but it all feels the same.

Everything feels so vague.
Real vague.

I force my eyes to see...
nothing but clouds.

Enough already.

Enough…

Just enough.

Take a stand.