A faceless reflection in the bathroom mirror. The truth slowly unfolds in the bare nakedness of a man who got lost on his own way.
Will I have to hurt myself just to feel something else? Will I have to kill myself just to keep you alive? When will I decide which street I‘m going to take when I‘m facing the crossroads again?
In an empty hotel room everything seems quiet, but the silence screams with a high pitched voice.
The mere thought of holding her in my arms has me crying along with the melody.
Maybe if there was something else to hold on to, I wouldn‘t feel like I‘m falling. Maybe if I were to find something else, I wouldn‘t feel so lost.
The noise of the street drowns out the music. The city lights hide the stars. I sit, staring at a yellow wall, while the smoke slowly fills the air.