Nostalgia

A tent made of sheets

for us to play in

A smile you try to hide

but your mouth betrays you

A dark room filled with candles

so that she is the most beautiful thing

you have ever seen

A moonlit road we run on

Certain cement under my cold feet

I’m feeling immortal until sunrise

All the pretty things still make me smile

the flowers, the dresses

And I still draw trees and meadows

seagulls in the sky

and a lake through the valley

I sleep on my stomach now

Protecting my heart

I still can’t paint my nails

and now I never brush my hair

I’ll make you a cake out of air

and a drink from the mud

You’ll enjoy it if you believe me

2005-2010