Another dance

The need to end it all...
and the fear to let go...
sure you understand it...
you of all...
what to live for...
what not to life for...
what to feel.
what to escape from.
the caress of the cold air,
brushing through your hair,
is but a danger sign for me.
each thin thread is but a sharp blade,
willing to take my blood away.

How to then,
dance with the lady of blade hair,
how to find the whale's feather.
how to...

If feelings are re-affirmation of life,
if they are the signs that we are alive,
how come I feel this,
and when I choke,
when my eyes go red,
when I give out a last though,
when I turn blue,
when my body trembles,
when it spasms,
will those tiny, strong and cold hands of yours,
still hold my throat?
Or will you go on?

What to do.

When the last tear runs through my cheek.


To love life, to silence life.
To live with love, to live with silence, to love silence, to silence love.
To... and many more to's...

Meaning lies within.
"Those who look outside, dream...
Those who look inside, awaken..."