Of lost plots

And because I cannot see through the sweet smelling mist

And the lonely alleys of doubt

I lose my sense of direction 

And whats to come about

So I breathe in all the sweetness and let it roll down my cheeks

My vision is blurred,

I cannot see.

Maybe I lost so many plots and so many paths,

Only so I will find me.

Past lives

"I kept wondering into the night if all that you said to me was true. If you saw the full moon too somewhere and thought of us. If you wondered where I was. If you thought I was a liar. If you thought I would forget. That I was just some speck floating in the air, that had found its rest on you, and that another gust of wind was strong enough to blow me away again. Away. Again? Yes, remember past lives and parallel universes? I do not know how that ended. Maybe it ends differently every time. Maybe it does not. Do we return or not, this time. Next time? Sometime. Never say never, I guess. "