.:I’ve held my breath for too long:.
This wax-made reality is melting
into
a liquid potion that will cure
[it has to be like this]
I have to start breathing again,
eat the left over before it stinks,
eat it using a pair of pointers taken from a useless watch
and then I’ll just see
warm soft blankets
a silent alarm that will never ring
dim light which is entering the room to caress our peaceful faces
and, yes, this soft electronic music
“Stay with me - I feel sad - When you run
Sands of time are lying on my chest
Stay in bed -I feel sad - When you run
Stay like this,
on the hills of my chest
Dont wake up - I feel strange - When you go”
in our embrace,
we are the chains of the same DNA.
[The happiness-formula that will never be cloned.]
note: words in “quotation marks” belong to an Air’s song.
