A breeze walks
through the trees
it silently talks
and sees
how we move
and hear
how we try to prove
and fear.
The wind sees
and hears all
just with a breeze
until the leaves will
fall.

Be aware,
aware that I’m here
right beside you
as I always am.
Stay here, look
next to you.
You’ll see me.
My comforting hands.
They’ll catch you
if you fall down.
Down in the darkness
where we all are.
Please be aware
Please don’t fall.

I can barely
keep my eyes open
my body seems
so uncontrolled.

I can barely
stand straight up
my bones
just feel so old.

I can barely
keep my mind straight
my brain is
just twisting.

I can barely
get through the day.
it seems as if
I just stopped existing.

I have seem
to forgotten
how to feel.
The only way I feel
is numb
causing emptiness
there’s just none
inside me anymore.
All I want is
my feelings to roar,
but that is not
happening.
So I let my empty body rot,
my sweet feelings are flattening.

Light turns slowly black
temperature drops
and moonlight pops
Of time we can’t keep track.

Night falls into place
no talks, no fuss
just me, no us.
Hearts beat a very slow pace.

Silence is all we hear
and loneliness is all we fear.
Alone, no you, no we
and black is all we see.

BHS

I guess,
I can not tell you a wise thing about love.
since
I have never been in love
But maybe we are all clueless,
when feelings are involved.
Maybe, we are alle
clueless creatures
wandering and wondering.
Maybe, we won’t ever know.
Maybe feelings are the most unknown
of all.

BHS

Day by day is passing, but nothing changes.
I don’t know how to look down here, in the present.
Don’t know what to do, only looking furhter than you,
and myself.
I am not changing a thing, just hoping to be someone else.
But I’m not.
There’s nothing to be done, is what I say.
So what do I actually do al day?
Trying to medidate, to read and to write.
Trying, not doing, that’s where the problem comes in sight.
Stop complaining my dear, it is not that hard.
Just make a slow start, tick of your list one by one.
Just get some shit done!
And you like those things you’re ought to do,
remember?
Stop waiting until september.

As morning turned into afternoon,
and me spending in bed all day.
Wasn’t expecting to see you very soon,
in fact you had just left in may.
With wounds still so very open,
and me everyday missing you.
My whole soul left on the ground broken,
wishing to hear one more time: I love you too.

It is a little bit different than usual, but I really hope you like it!

X

Babette Helena