Heading backwards, over fields,
times and memories, goes back, back, back,
distance is closer than the now,
understands that I went to far that day,
a day in my life when I was so focused on eliminate my nerves.
I walked pass the sign of my life, went further down the road,
Passed it again…
View narrowed by circumstances that ate me from inside, organs after organs collapsed slowly… The frustration of being teared by the mind- I walked around on the street watching those tall bodies that floated around with structured clothing that fits in with rest of us, I see myself in that mud, I´m like you… we all are filled with past stories that will cast shadows on our faces, wrinkle our soul…. It is all on the street, with empty gaze, grown ups… But my love for you grows when mind is imaging us all like children, innocent, open-minded and clean from routines and egos.