Hiding Numb3rs

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Waiting Call

When they took you home, did you remember what you said?

Your absence is taking over this place.

You lost your scene and we had to move forward or the movie would never end.

What they said doesn’t mind now or ever.

It’s our time worth.

I can’t be happy, sad, overloaded without anyone noticing

Neither do you.

And now you’re inside the phone booth anxiously waiting for an answer.

And I am seeing you from here.

But you won’t get any answer cause you never made the question.

And the question is…

…Would you turn back the time to save your world?

Tripping III

Mindless

3:37 and I’m still awake, soon there’s going to be another driver change
This insomnia is deluding me, seeing things, hearing things.
I can’t believe I’m actually writing something.
It’s so dark right now, it seems so cold outside.
I’m somehow driven away from everything.
I see darkness forming shapes and dancing around.
I’m so tired.
The stars are faded by the black clouds and everything seems so lost.
It’s lonelier than before, the other cars never shown up.
I just wish I could sleep. Close my eyes and let these thoughts slip away.

Help me, find me.

Tripping II

No signs of Life.

We are alone in the road now, I suddenly feel uncomfortable
Its 2:37 and darkness is everywhere. Still some light remains on the car panel, on its flashlights and on the stars.
The never ending lullaby is starting to affect me, the melody wrapping me in such a pleasant way it is powerful even thought the sound is low.
A new driver, but the same expression remains.
Even thought everyone’s around me, I miss those cars. It seems like there’s something else apart from us, some life.
I wonder where they are now. Are they home?
Are they awake? Are they alive? Did they reach something?
Even thought we didn’t hang too far, I wonder.
We passed by some houses, but they were left behind by its owners.
Waiting to crumble, watching every soul that passes by, waiting for someone to come.
Waiting for some life inside.
I’m tired but I can’t seem to fall asleep.
Too much on my mind, even though I don’t remind any of them. I can’t think of them.
They just flash by as the streetlights.

show me the light, give me the way away

Tripping I

Deer’s eyes.

Past 2AM, some are watching the trees and cars passing by, some are sleeping
Still I can hear the stereo as low as it is, the music is like a danceable lullaby.
The tired driver is quiet and his hands on the wheel move automatically, but his mind’s far away. The straight road is taking us as far as his eyes can see.
I saw some deer’s eyes, scared as they run back to the wild.
Our clothes are messed up, or skin dirt and our bones tired, at least for me.
It seems like we are the only ones in the world, us and the others 3 cars around.
Driving straight. No one with the strength to accelerate.
I hear a snore from my back that slowly fades away.
A whispering conversation, a goodnight.
In a moment we will stop and wave goodbye to the other cars. Someone else will drive and we will find our way into the night.

we are the dying ones right now

Yellow Pillow

“I’ll leave”, I said, “There’s nothing else to be done here.”
You cried some words, but those were deafened by the yellow pillow
That horrible, not matching, yellow pillow you insisted to keep
And I stand as a final moment, a brief goodbye, but you hardly moved to see.
Was this everything you wished for?
And then I close your door, there was nothing else to be done there.
In my return, you and your arms and your embrace
Gently. Sweetly. Sickly bathed in love.
And the yellow pillow that you insist to say it reminds me.
As some kind of compliment.
And another night I’ll stay for dinner and maybe for desert.
As we go deeper and deeper and everything moving slowly
And fast, motion in everything.
So we’ll be by that yellow pillow.
What was it meant to be?
I am tempted and swallowed over and over again.
So I’ll let myself down and stay, over and over again.
As it make sense. Not to you
Nothing ever makes sense to you.
I’ll haunt the yellow pillow with my essence
Then you’ll never forget, and then you’ll never leave me again.
You’ll be there. Over and over again
Over and over again.
With that yellow pillow to hold your head.

Claustrophobic Anthem

Repeat with me
Wide open space
Breath with me
Wide open space
Don’t think of anything else
Wide open space
Don’t break the thought
Wide open space
Don’t leave me
Wide open space
Don’t let the rope go
Wide open space
Listen to your heartbeat
Wide open space
You are safe now
Wide open space
Wide lonely space