Burying is hard
i felt so cold from within when the temperature was 30 degrees outside.
felt so empty in a crowded room, there wasn't you in sight.
i saw passed you, i was tra-nspa-rent, a fragment of my ima gin ati on.
i opened my mou-th to make a noise, halted by hes tit at ion.
there you were, moving on, i thought i did so too.
it was a colouful day, a vibrant one, but now its turning blue.
i drifted off into the world of electronics, while you were entrapped in another.
where was the earth, the land, the air, my friend, my buddy, my brother?
i could see your shape and you could see mine but substance was my doubt.
the frown carefully kept by a giggle, a smile, a pout.
i forced it down deep deep deep, the unknown tension has to cease cease cease.
i am on my knees begging myself to bury the hatchet please please please.
