As I often think , when I sit quietly

[mthe7thveil]

Lost , to the outside
Only the wind changes your direction
perhaps we shouldn't loose ourselves ... Each other ?
I'm such a sad tale , maybe that's why I follow you around

But only in the dark, in thought , or perhaps dreams?

Too many times I lost the the chance to take the first step , now my days are a lost reflection , a mirror I can't brake .....