...red feathers thought...

Because she... she goes...
…and I flow… true flows…
In here… to me… to you..

And there… you play…
With soft and summer calls…
To avoid… winter blows…
But now… Lets stop…
Calling us…
…sweet love…

In the songs of none of us…
We end screaming whys…
And we spoke about doing everything…
Everything for us…
Everything and all…
Coz we know…
We know the empty below…
The cold that emerge and is fucking us…
The cold is breaking us…
The empty below is everything…
Everything…
Everything…
We don’t have anything…!
We are nothing…!
We are nothing…!
None of us…!
Nothing…!!!

L.R.