the life of a fish

for a while, i live the life of a fish...
everything looks so clearly through the glass
but i can only stare and admire everything
without doing or even to touch it a little.

'till the end of the day

i will stay here 'till the end of the day
although i knew you will never come back...

present in the absence

today is tomorrow yesterday

day and night was never look the same like this,
white clouds, greenish sky and a strange feeling...

awake/sleep

through dreams, i try to figure everything out

the day when i decided to jump

i have my cigarette, breathe, think
then jump...

hiding from the weather

i was hiding from the weather...