[of dreams and galaxies]

[a Dying Artist]

I was searching the words to explain this melancholy in my heart
It went like this / the art came and left
It went like this / the hurt came and it stayed
It went like this / the words choked me
It went like this / we swore over roses and poetry
It went like this / we searched the night, took a lamp and destroyed the woods
It went like this / we poured our hurt and burned the pages
It went like this / we lied and said those are just words not real
It went like this / we told the truth, now we wait for the rain
It went like this / we came, lived, loved and left
It went like this /the words stayed behind.
[an exercpt from the heart of a dying artist]