People wanna be closer to the stars..always

but what am I darlin’

do you see me?

is my breath reaching you?

are my whispers coming to your soul,

do you feel me touching you?

when all the starlight blinds you,

do you see beyond yourself darlin’?

Always behind,

I am your shoulder darlin’

but are you mine?

I see those winds shaking our existence,

we are so fragile, broken, wounded, tired..

but there is always someone behind that door

waiting for us to let go,

and then..it’s all over.

 One pain replaced with another.

Or is this a new story?

Is hope actually our imagination,

is freedom something we dream about,

is happiness just a ghost?

How can we believe in something we didn’t see, and ignore what is in front of us?

What am I darlin’?

I wish I existed only in dreams,

maybe then I would be my true self,

maybe then I would truly be loved,

then I would be more real than I am now.

We only leave behind what we should never loose.

Haunted by happiness, freedom and hope

as they were are true Gods.

We all want to be closer to the stars…

always.