breathing is a game

Sun waiting for the clock to write his day.

Eyes eager. Memorising the make believe.

Solace invented behind every memory cloud.

Fascinating is this breathing game.

Waiting for the sun to write his day.

Imagination can open doors,
...thought never existed

internal discussion

Like the cold waves striking the shores
Old memories come to the fore.

Friends and a smoke is all we longed for...

Between nights and their nightmares
A stray of light we longed for...

'Go Ahead. Live a thousand dreams.
Light up the internal discussion... '