air

While stepping on the different roads,
I found we had same stories.

We kept silent, thought about each others,
dreams are running in head,
fears never end,
trying to be understood,
wonderland is still far,
control feelings is not easy,
emotions exploded unexpectly all the time.

Then we smoked,
and sipped some wine,
life kept going on,
day appears again,
goodbye last nite,
we still have no idea what are we expecting to.

We were close then apart,
whispering besides my left ear clearly,
'Now i'm not going to speak any english with you'
'Bonjour'
'Peut-être, peut-être, peut-être'
'Ola, au revoir'.
At that smoky apartment,
the air was incredibly fresh,
we didnt lose anything.

Written by Celis