I woke up to a voice who said i had been dreaming...
And i missed....
i missed everything.
Oh heaven please help me from falling back again.
In hibernation, a century of loneliness.
So i stay at home in my own world.
And i kiss it all goodbye.
Life never seemed so elegant but so trite.
No love, no loss, there is only air.
I feel no pain there is only here.
But this shall be the end of endless sleep.
I must stay awake.
I only want to hear and see what i see.
Why is this All that i can hold in my hands?
All these phrases and voices buried in snow.