The World At Your Feet

Cracked, withered toy. You lost your charm long ago.
And that's how we've grown to like you now. Broken and rusty. Better. Satisfying, it is. Atleast.

I don't care about the rest of the world. I hate you.
You might be everyone's oldest favourite but you're disgusting. And you know it.

I am broken because of you.
I am happy because of you.
I am empty because of you.
I am one because of you.
I am awake because of you.
I am alive because of you.

I am dissolving because of you.

So when you're head is empty and there's nothing left to think about, remember me.
Because I deserve at least that much time with you.

Riot of Fun

Crystal clear moments in time.

The only reason worth living for.

So when ordinary will merge with extraordinary and magic will happen before us like a performance and we'll be spellbound, I'll remember you. And the your words that made it happen. And I'll thank you.

So thank you.

Because now is like that too. To be savoured while it lasts. Before the crystal breaks. And cuts me. Deep.