Find Me

Phonecall at 5am... what time zone am I in again?

tears that don't stop; the weakness that has always been there

your mind, your heart, your hands, 

my feet, my stomach, my airless lungs.

Can't breath, can't think, maybe I should not speak.

No money to escape, "responsibilities" to fulfill, 

a long-expired unofficial promise that keeps me here.

My dried sentiments are exploding, absent thoughts, non-existent words.

HOW THE FUCK DID I END UP BEING HERE?

I cannot see you and it is obvious that I cannot see myself. 

My clumsiness made me lose my Auryn,

I have no army to fight The nothing

there is no Atreju, no Fuchur... just The nothing. 

I cannot hear the oracle and I can't wake up from this Ende-like reality

that has invaded my destroyed dreams.

I should sleep to see if someone rebuilds the hope

that we shared for so long; but I have been long gone;

do you remember how long ago?

Je suis perdue, tu n'arrives pas 

c'est quoi ton histoire?

3am international call

foreign nostalgia

domestic romanticism 

internationally-displaced love.