I get lost without thinking of tomorrow. There is no me and no time. I am just lost, holding your hand. I want to rest and to forget. I want to be hidden from the future. Future life. Let me live here – in the darkness. I cannot rise. I will not rise. Let me hide in the shadows. And in the clouds. I am not alone. But you will not drive me crazy. In a land far away, sun and moon will allow me to be born again. I am not who I was and I am not who I will be. Who am I? I am lost. There is no tomorrow.
reflections of an unquiet mind 