Inside me, deep inside; that’s where she lives
Far from reality? I would say so. But there she is.
The distance is a mental gap that dissolves in shadows.
Does she have any feelings I wonder? Can her eyes see?
Ghost, my beloved ghost, keep feeding my seek mind
Keep the torment alive, never become a reality,
Keep being a ghost.
Yes, there she is; walking down the street, is that my ghost?
Yes, she has become a ghost as well, I never knew her.
No, I am happy to live with those two ghosts,
As far as they never meet.
City of ghosts, city of illusions, take me somewhere else.
Streets that belong to a memory that vanishes so fast.
Network of feelings, traffic of human flesh.
Tomorrow, yes tomorrow I will wake up thinking about you.
Billy
2 Comments
very beautiful,
just like the ghosts in my sleep,
and in my wake
do you want it in french?
Love
T
It would be amazing if you can put in in french, as a new post… we all have to deal with them Thierry, there is no way to scape from our demons
Thanks!
Billy
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