Miss you.
Miss me too.
I don't want to be angry.
I don't want to be sad.
It's everything we never had.
I knock on heaven's door like a banshee.
But this door is closed for me.
I hear your words from afar,
surrender and you'll go far.
I've lost you.
I mean I don't remember you the same as I was used to.
You're to my two the one.
You, the mirror of sky's sun.
Why is living so hard for people like us?
Why my mind is ill, why is your body dust?
I want to vanish through a door into the tree
like in a painting of Magritte.
Maybe I can find there silence, innerness.
Living life means be earth's guest.