that fresh air you don't remember on your skin,

that is when you can grow your own little seed

you are not dead you are just grounded 

 Somehow life is rebooting 

sometimes the head is so crowdy 

you start asking a lot of question

yet nobody protect you from your monsters.

Because we never , never give up waiting for those we care.

in so many ways that a chair  can stop being just garbage .

sometimes we got stucked in our head even though we feel abandoned,

sometimes questions are echoing in empty big spaces , ruined,yet alive.

Sometimes, just sometimes the spirits are telling us stories about that time they fell in love , that time they ran away ,that time , they don't remember how, they ended here , trapped.

Worlds touching so lightly eachother that maybe they not even know they are very togheter  already.

this is existence when you feel alone