No matter how far I go,
there’s a space where I’m more alive, than dead…
more distant, than close…
Walking ahead to nowhere,
something I remember with no trace of memory…
smile hidden in the way or are they lost??
In winter, it’s always cold….
even when you believe in magic..
And some heart songs remain unanswered forever..
As all noises die, still there’s no silence around…
