misguided ghosts
Here comes the day when you open your eyes and she’s not there anymore, instead, you see the sky, listen to the sea, watch birds flying, but, where’s the magic that you used to see in all that? You close your eyes and just imagine how would it be if she were still there and when you open again the magic is back, different, but there. And it’s hard but you accept, realizing that she’s gonna be always beautiful but unreachable. I’m going away for a while, lock myself in my own world and watch everything from the backstage, just like a joker.