INTRO

hello god, it's me.
so many word too say, that i forget every single one of them.
im just a person who is losing all of his hopes and dreams one by one.
comsumed by reality
is it possible to suffer from asthenia without leaving the ground.
no rocketship, no fancy gear.
i just want to walk.
walk to the moon.
i dont care if you come along.
but you would have to leave everything you walk on behind.
could you do that?
walk to the moon?
dark from a sealed room is nothing.
dark from nothing is like a sealed room.
alone.
like my heart.
but my body only needs one.
and i dont think i'll every need another.
my heart is so out of tune they say,
but to me, i make unique music that nobody else can play.
i'm poor though. creativity never sells on the market.
hold your breath.
keep your toungue.
when i say what went wrong.
i could have been simple.
now i fear im too complex even for myself to fully understand.
i can't help but think constantly.
about everything.
from your good. and from your bad.
a waste to you. a burden for me.
i want different.
but how can i find it when we have limitations.
we create problems to create solutions.
human nature.
cancer.
insanity.
murder.
death.
they are all words.
problems we try fixing.
imagine a day without doctors. pyschos. or humans playing god.
god. thats a word too.
faith. hope. names. people. words.
all of them words.
forget string theory.
everything is made of words
words that could be put together to make promises.
promises that will break.
heaven.health.time.happiness.prosperity.
fill your lungs.
and unleash your toungue.
when i say what went wrong.