My bag was filled with no expectations
Not in order to diminish the illusions in my head
For I only felt fear of empty relations
I never thought I’d feel comfortable in your bed
Established thoughts released from a spinning mind
We talked about art, about literature, about life
Your wise words and my curiosity perfectly combined
Through us the legends of the past could easily
survive
Minor magic moments arose from the waves of the sea
If this was happiness, I would know where to look
I would know how my body could finally be free
And how Kerouac put that thought into his famous book
Mystery appeared when you showed me your inner soul
It was not that I felt a distance, it was rather close
indeed
But it was the lightness in me that you secretly stole
Sadness is the base of beauty and suffer is an artist’s
seed
Instinctively I knew that I had never been one to
belong
My mind had always been lost and my feelings quite
intense
Still had it been you that made the confusion so
strong
Do I feel heavier or lighter after this short yet pure
romance?
The connection is damaged and everything is dust
Yet the relief is tremendous since it was not only
lust
It was an easy route
to a troubled life, the life of the dazzling damned
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