volcano + ocean

you're head of team blue
and so beautiful it makes me shrink
i'd say that personally
but you never saw my face
never will

(a tricky movement)

self projections flow right through
an imaginary future invades the present
and now it's already part of my past
i count each second so they're all wasted equally
- there's only one eternal thing in life
and it's regret

touching ghost bodies
seems least pathetic than
touching myself:
visions always become
nightmares always become
memories always become
torment

avoiding conversation in order to
keep away all these embaracing thoughts
(just like my worst jokes, they might be silly
but they hurt a lot)
stupid mental waves crash as my body
is awaken


we bet there's no way of calling this
"love"
accurate: no one ever said hi to the other,
neither tasted each other's faces
maybe it's better like this
no bleedings at all

but baby
i'm so blue
for you.