The day I give her my heart, I gave the world a chance to believe.
And everyday our hearts are synced, the eyes breathe, as the souls fly through the winds.
And in these moments, the puzzle, it fits, and life, at least mine, although insane, unclear, dangerous and I may appear blind, it still makes all the sense.
And although she may not have my life, she knows deep inside the golden stars I hide, for her our own gaze the once a while.
And even if I am no high, or mildly down for that while, it's my hope that makes my world.
Because when it all makes sense, with the little eletricity there's left, I want to turn nothing into everything.
I may have a low seretonin in the brain right now, yet my faith and philosophy speaks it stronger.
Out of the mess and chaos of the universe, I have the feeling I can bring a bit of order to that, even if in tiny amounts.
Even if it's just my dishes. Or my table. Or my room. Or myself. Or my house.
What I know is that I can make things happen.
Not really.
Better yet.
What I know is that we can make things happen.