Lymphoma And Hyperthyroid

Sola

words I try to hide feelings;

things

to fill moments away ...

but the suburbs of the night

are excerpts of light on the way

where my mind runs

and walks away.

are bridges to the unreal,

to flee elsewhere

to breathe slowly,

not breathe for you ...

and dissolving

thoughts along the way, expect

vanish without leaving scars

let them roll up on my back

- your hands warm

on me - I

dawns

any time to clear everything away,

to forget all

- forget you -

fancy clothes to wear

to fool the mind ...

but the suburbs of the night

are hallucinations of the heart,

false doors

which I hold close

not to listen in,

not find you ...

- yet

mistaken and we touch

we are,

breathe the night with difficulty breathing,

together at close of day,

in this moment that seems eternal

and gradually

breath I take away light

harmony

sleep ...