youtube/watch?v=i_w1BfsEbpA&list=UUFymo3c2bvvSqBZt0kHs5aQ Dark Coffee Sometimes memories are more real then the experience The non-spoken heard louder than the spoken Sometimes dreams are the kindness of real time. Being dead is not that bad once we get used to it Breathing is the favorite thing that pain brings Walking is a gift to those that fly. Understanding houses without windows Doors that won’t open courtyards with launder Mirrors that reflect nothing and empty rooms. Swimming against the currant Standing straight in the blowing wind Begging for control hiding from trolls. Embraced in the reminiscent of the rain Shield from the craziness of pain Separated from the words love hurts. Sometimes memories are more real than our experience And not caring about you is easy to do When love is at war and there is no door. If I blink will I end up lonely? If I say good bye will everyone arrive Exchanging thoughts of survival and how to die. When the future is cold and cruel We will drink dark coffee And if we learn anything at all Let it be light, love, and delight. By Carlos Gomez/Water 1-3-15
Posted on: Sat, 10 Jan 2015 20:05:29 +0000