Hope.
As my feet move on above the floor,
my eyes try to explore the geometry.
Can you see the dream?
Do you want to dream?
...Do I want to?
My mouth pronounces
/what my eyes still exploring
and I try to comprehend
how I breath.
And imagine
/how I'll breath...
Does time remain?
So long, my love. :)
Today is the esence of the eternity
and the moment is now.
And the colors become sounds.
And the lightnings may become thunders.
As my mind move on above my soul,
my spirit tries to accept pain and love.
And I'll cry.
And I'll feel.
I know it's hard to ramain
and also,
/it's hard to try.
But I can do -it-
/through the most of me...
through the most cosmic of me.
And it'll rain.
And it'll rain.
