This is where I usually go
when time gets a too heavy burden to carry
a burden just inside outside something
I do not fully understand
or really am able to describe
in understandable terms

This is where I usually go
when something comes my way
and moves me out of my place
like a comet a meteor a hurricane
I don’t know what or why
but it comes my way from time to time
letting me fight in order to stand firm

This is where I usually go
when she leaves my head and heart
and leaves nothing after her
but a coloured magazine with lipstick staines
I’ve read it before, a dozen times
but in the hole she once filled
the words sounds different, the pictures looks old
and kind of misplaced in a way

This is where I usually go
when God is far away, and I can’t dream
when the sun blinds my eyes
and keeps straining me from leaving the day
denying me to dive into the night
and melt into these dreams that are hidden
on the place where I usually go
and I can’t dream