Sometimes and for a moment...

I imagine sometimes a place where things make sense and all the flowers bloom- the piano plays and the drinks are smooth... And all my fears do not make me alone. The life flows deep and so do I. Rythms are not foreign; they are inside me.

A place that I have not ruined. A place that is not dead. And all the tears are wiped away. Every single tear.

I imagine a place that is not here. And sometimes I wish it were now.