Their were as tired as some one that age can be, the whisper of flowing water was further away still. No moonlight makes it as dark as it can get, when they think they have overcome their fears, the worse is coming yet. Near dawn, when the shadow´s last dance is done, and the night bugs are gone, they arrive to the place they once own. In search of an answer that may not come at all, unless they make that place their home, no matter if it is big or small. As long as they stay near the river, panic and calm, will come and go.
The sun rises the next day as he expected, but this time didn´t come with any promise of warm protection, a cloudy sky set the rules for this mind game where nobody ever win. She continued writing her story, just live without expecting any glory. Down on the underground, below each step, a mistake is waiting to leave him cold and wet. Walking around in circles, this kids were born without faith, how could them know where is the best place to go ? Wrong is just another way, they have to decide if they leave, or stay. 
Enough time ago they decided that it was wrong, love was confused with a desease haunting for their souls, and so far away from any place called home. Back in the game again, they share thier toys and stories of adventures as best friends, while playing on the wet sand of a beach with her name, always trying to get the best out of them. The first moon has passed already and gone forever, but sadly he was not able to keep his shit together. The outcome was a storm of emotions, that place them between the edge of reason and distortion. Finally they´re back to the same level of communication again now, but there´s still no book, person, or place that teaches them how.
More than a year has passed by now, she´s on the road and he´s on a cloud, they´re still together though somehow. Their bond is stronger than they ever thought it would be, life with a purpose is the way she tought him. They build their own life, commited and sure, to be the best they can at whatever task they have in mind. Look through her eyes, into her soul, what´s the name of that color ?, he just doesn´t know, it´s so beautiful that it´s name must remain unknown, only to be pronounced by those who dare to put the name of a color in love. Those lights in the sky at night, have their own way to say it might. Her presence is with him all the time, can´t be that difficult to find her out there, when she´s already near in his mind. 
"Shut up !!" she screamed out loud, eyes closed but concious that there was no one else around. He was hangin from a thin thread of an ancient rope, almost forgot what was the concept of the word hope. Tomorrow was a day so far away, hours and minutes seem like years for them they say. She barely eat something, just looing for a place to plug her guitar and sing. "Don´t blame all that on me" he whispered to his broken reality, now that the walls, the cars and lights, all turned into a nightmare city life. Not everything is lost on planet Earth, maybe is a matter of choosing carefully what is, and what is not worth. On this days when all they have is the blues, they will just keep on walking with their ragged old shoes.
A day like today not so long ago, she let him come near her and didn´t let go. They enjoy their time together until the last moment they could, life put him in one of those situations were there is no use to ask what will had happened if she would...? Some people say to him; nothing else to do but move on, he knew where he was going before, now he seems lost since she has gone. Infinite pieces of this incredibly beautiful puzzle all around the floor, he´ll work on it day and night until it´s done, only then, not before, he would knock on her door. What a special day back then, a brand new warm invention was waiting for them. Every now and then they let their emotions take over and cry, show a little bit of truth so they don´t ever need to lie. 
He was looking for shelter in the wrong place, while she was working hard and already find her space. Good things happen to good people, one friend said, but this kid is not even using his head. Is it so terrible to miss that girl´s scent? for him was the best time spent. Go back in time cannot erase the crime, live the life as it is now is the best thing he could find. Fear of living alone is a minor part, at that momment he thought he know who was the owner of the other half of his heart. Mind twisted puzzles give them reason and hope, even when they realize most of the time they´re hanging from a thin thread of what once was a strong, thick rope. There´s no rescue team on this ancient sport, they have to find their way out with no help of any sort. Nightmares present themselves as owners of the night, not all of them ending with the bright morning light. Trying to fix that big hole in the sky, it never works, is another night going to bed asking again "why?". 
There was food on the table, but no one will eat, they rather be hungry but walking free on the cold street. Carrying a lifetime on their shoulders and no ceiling above their head, move until the sunrise, they know there ´s no safe bed. Surrounded by colored figures from old magazines explaining without words something really deep, possibly the meaning of those dark memories they´re not allowed to speak. Hidding between the shadows on a perfect moonless night, if only the mind hunters would rest and accept to loose this fight. Kind words from a gentle friend, turns to be the begining of a very unpleasent end. Messed up on a reduced space and a brain so numb, no way to escape from this place just keep on playing dumb. Under yellow city lights they felt the blues, for sure no one else want to be on their shoes. A palace built from wood is easy to burn, no more chance for them, they just took their last and only turn. 
It wasn´t the first time they were affraid of destiny, have to move on, and learn from time when it´s all done. Feel her presence is a constant in his life, now that any game includes a knife. Closed his eyes and the images came to his mind, after all he knows she´s one of a kind. Walking slowly through silent roads, wandering always when calm will calm to those. Every image has her scent, impossible to to doubt it, just wish her well. Bringing flowers as a gift, hoping the good side of him never ends it´s shift. No place to go back, just build a new home, forever scared to be alone. Eating apples in the middle of the night, wishing to fall asleep and end that stupid fight. Searching to find a quiet piece of land, where he can be free to hold her hand. Where art is the way, is all around, get rid of that damn silence, where her tunes are the only sound.
It seems impossible that not so long ago, her kind words could change almost all. He was sure that alone he´d be lost, how could he sail safe and back to her beautiful coast. For some time it was good to sleep on the ground, and all those momments that he cryed and no one listened to any sound. He found shelter between books and twisted writing, now that there´s no one near to end up fighting. They both have the wounds still open caused by the sutil weapons of love, if they look carefully there´s always some sign of hope in a star on the sky above. Don´t give up, is something he must do, "How can I do that" - he thought - "if I don´t have you." When did that dream started? He didn´t remember. No logical explanation to their actual situation, experts say is only a matter of perception. He raised his hand and touched a little bit of sky, as he wondered, is it another experience there for him, or just again the same question "Why"?
His complex, inmature mind refuse to believe in reality, they grew up with a "die fast" mentality. Living on an open door prison cell, he refuses to listen the veredict that only Time can tell. She´s not here or even there, when it´s time to call, no one can find her anywhere. Clean the screen for a better drive, it´s a long, painful way to that place where they will never arrive. They shared all the love they could, passionate and violently he say, wish that it could be different, but at last he was just one more guy she met on her way. Never thought to get that far, always dreaming about reaching that last lonely star. Banged his head against the concrete wall, one more time he let her love break his soul. No way to go back, and undo what´s already done, the wounds turning into scars remind him the sadness of what it means to be a man. No compassion for them both of any kind, now they wonder after this, what else is out there for them to find. 
A coat with empty pockets and a non-stop sleepless brain filled with opposite opinions about the same thing, just to fill the void, no reason to break their bubble, to be hungry, homeless, anxious or paranoid. Not tired enough to be asleep, the darkness of their broken heart is now too damn deep. Leave them alone, the world is their home, and if they need, they know where to go to get some. Their inner child is growing old, their soul feels empty now that it has been removed and sold. Alone, in a sea of people watching them move, where there is no God and nothing else to prove. Walking on that thin line, dividing the reason and the insanity, their worst problem is that fucking disorder of personality. Throw them to the eternal heat from Hell, either way the path they took wasn´t well. Little red dots on a daily vision, their life have completely lost what once was their true mission. Whisper that magic words to their ears, although you know everything you say will end up in awful tears. Don´t visit or call them again, your voice is only going to cause them more of that self destructing feeling to deal with an unbearable pain. 
When the needle is that deep, they no longer walk on their own two feet. To float is not a physical state, has become a nasty side effect that they hate. No reason to worry, not even a natural disaster or any kind of hurry. Silence is so far away, although quiet is the way they stay. Don´t get near them preaching with your big smile and fake hope words out loud, because you know that you ´re the only one that´s going to feel proud. Their youth is almost done, so sad to see the life of this kids is almost gone. Too much pressure living underwater, could any existing Hell be more painful or is it just simply hotter? Noise becomes a beautiful melody in their broken dark world odissey. Feelings vanishing like healthy smoke, this children are abandoned with no luck or hope. Don´t look for them or try to pray; confussion, hunger and sadness is where long time ago they choose to stay. Not even a million tears can wash away and free them from a lifetime built on years of making all those heavy mistakes.
He lost his mind between heaven and hell, no friends or family to say good bye or even a farewell. Angry fists directly to his head, some day will get peace when he´s dead. No mess around when he travels on his own cloud, not even one reason to feel proud. Some dose of calm and violence mixed with anger and happiness becomes a breakfast of lucid madness. In his world of no regret there´s no use to forgive just, better to forget. Laying down on the dark side of the sun, hard core feelings rise against his old man and a crazy mom. Deep down in a hole without a light, is it possible to get any lower?... may be with one more fight. Average brains watch without understanding, the only war he´s always fighting. Run away to the only place he´s welcome, that has become his home when he want some. Illusion and reality seem the same, the best place to get naked and loose his name. He knows this situation will never end, until he kills the last of his weakest friends.
There´s no use in denying the obvious result, he would be carrying for the next year all the fault. Several months had passed and still more to come, until he learn to live alone with all that he had done. No runaway path to solve every question, some may say is just a matter of perception. Cold as a frozen stone, his heart fight to keep warm or will burst and blow. Who could care and at the same time be aware about everything they once shared. Simple words are complicated when love goes underrated. Life seems so easy when it´s over the time of spending the night out in the cold and freezing. It´s time to learn and grow strong, only after that moment they´ll know where they really belong. No need to raise the voice, staying or leaving is always their free choice. Never intend to harm her at all, now between them is a hard concrete wall.
He came alone and quiet, not to forget his home but silent. A world of fear he left behind to be sure not to loose his mind. Fix again what was broken in vain, no more hurt when he´s face to face to the nameless pain. Be on time careful not to leave behind all the shadows and the light that they share, now they make his life so bright. Now alone but not forget the one and only day they met. Some kind of satisfaction running under the skin, no more reasons for the uncomfortable pain between. Logic is the name of the game, after playing this they will never be the same again. Once she tried to run and hide, now she knows he´s everywhere for her to find. Desperation was no longer the first feeling, on this new road to their way of healing. Now and then they close their eyes, not even distance can confuse the truth with some insignificant angry lies. Miscommunication is no more a defect now that their minds move on a world of respect. A higher power rule their life. The angels all around make every dark day feeling turn clear and the whole smile nice. Meditation is not an option yet, they are observed like cheap actors on a T.V. set. Can´t find a reasonable or logic solution to understand how to clean their own body pollution. Several paths end up here, could be the beggining or the end of all things near. A final smile blow their mind, happiness is not that hard for them to find.
The sun hides and the night comes for a reason, they live in darkness and not only for this season. Once they find a place, no one can cross their space. No enemies or big aliance, without knowing, they are working on a new kind of science. Sit together when they feel alone, is just one way both have to be like home. She brings the happiness and the pain, he´s already gone bad and it´s easier to go insane. Do not shout or scream, that´s going to make her even more affraid of him. Meeting people standing in a corner, now their world has no more order. Feeling lonely even together, stress and tension has become their all year weather. Their is no safety zone when the earthquake hits their home. Such storm and heavy rain, makes it harder to stand the pain. A sunny day laying in the sand, doesn´t mean it´s easier to understand. Good vibes all around, but she needs to see him laugh or at least listen to that sound. Coming back feels so strange, maybe they needed that painful change. Wondering why, her life passes by. Doing things wrong only makes her feel strong. There´s a lot of trouble living in their bubble. Sometimes they agree to be sad, there´s nothing bad about that, just the deepest feeling of turning irreversibly mad. 
Everything is fine in the higher lands, everyday the sun rises and shines. Rocking her world with amusement and control, ignoring that one day she ´s going to lose it all. Even for her it´s to much to take, when she´s almost convinced to be making the same mistake. In their life together they didn´t ask for much, they still get excited with each other´s touch. The situation is difficult, not only because she´s kind and beautiful but also they need to make from their life something useful. No time to waste with their strange kind of taste. Her name is something he won´t forget maybe lying to himself , wondering about the unexplainable reason why they met. No conclusion to a never ending story like this, it´s an amazing new world infront, like when they had their first kiss. No doubt about what they want, even though everyone say they can´t. Why must she cry to feel alive, is it not enough pain like when she play with the sharp kitchen knife ? Already broken and forgotten, their past make their future seem rotten. Red flowers full of thorns is all that he gave her, after the scary storm.
Her day begin at the break of dawn, grab her tool and start the song, she´s afraid but nothing´s wrong. The sound is loud and deep, like the dreams they have when they fall asleep. No words to describe the kind of art she does, it´s a natural talent that she has. Running straight into the woods, the only way to find her roots. No time to hate, joy is a mental state. When she think of him, sometimes cries, between them there are no lies. After listening to her for a while, at the same time he cried and smiled. The distant future brings some hope, now that love is their only dope. Living together then running away, now they know where they want to stay. Under the shadow of the big old trees, he´s waiting for her, to ask the question down on his knees. Always looking for a better place, if she wants, he can take her into outer space. Close to the border they walk together, they both know the change is now or never. Far beyond the stars conspire, not even all the water in the world can stop their fire. He listen close to what she say, about their life in peace, waiting lonely for that magic day.
She´s not really sure what´s there waiting for her, everything she has done back there was only stare, now just wating, thinking, trying to be aware. She came looking for a different future, always learning from a different culture. Being alone is the best for now, she has no clue about who, why, what or how. Dance around the music of her own mess, while the rest, look at her as if she was less. No regrets, never make no bets. She rather stay still until she lose her will. Being quiet and moving slowly has always been the clue for surviving lonely. Come back was not her plan, she was forced as some dreams they turned into sand. Has to fix a lot of stuff, give her one more cause, for her it´s never enough. Leave her alone, either way everyone has already gone, time to walk on the sunny streets without a place to call home. Jump the fence but don´t knock on the door or come inside, she´ll be waiting on the darkest corner, gun on her head, ready to shoot, paranoid, confused and so afraid. If you want to help, stay away, you can talk but she has nothing else to say. End these shouting and kicking, no other way when she started the game knowing that the important pieces were always missing. 
Since day one he was alone, learned to play and love on it´s own. Everything he observed and listen at, can be studied for weeks before realizing what is what. He doesn´t get confused or frustrated, whatever people think of him is always underrated. Is a strange wonderful creature, big, lovely, silent, lonely, hairy mixture. Is my best friend, like a brother on an imaginary family, always thinking undescribable things of humanity. He sleeps under the sun and plays under the moon, no time to be late or soon. If you cross his way, just smile if you don´t have nothing to say. Even though I´m far away, I love his hairy figure as if I spend with him everyday. He used to crawl inside my bed to keep warm, I guess when he see me, know there is no harm. 
She came running but it was late again. She thought she didn´t deserve any friend. Alone, surrounded by them, she couldn´t wait for this story to end. It´s too much for her, cold on this sunny day, sad is the only way. Threatened to take away her freedom, she hide from herself to go through life on silent wisdom. Running away, start to feel the same, she´s getting bored of playing the same wrong game, guess she´ll have to use another name. Feeling happy is not for her, it´s an illusion for them to stare. Leave her alone, don´t need his smile, she´s not sorry, just want to look into the black hole for a while. She doesn´t like to turn into what she becomes, sadly there´s no one around to hold her hand. Must she always be so wrong ? it sound so stupid to listen the same scratched song. She must forget and stand up, but then again, what´s the point on doing that. It´s always bringing her down, kicked and bruised, burried underground. Tired of being lonely, this world is not for her, what can she know under these clouds, just that she´s still standing there. Is she making herself clear ? All she want is have a moment to dissapear. 
Their behavior is unacceptable, the world they live in is so unbearable. They even speak in a foreign language, far away in space they can manage. Never judge them because of their action everytime the say one word they do it with passion. Love seem to be all around but to notice it they have to make no sound. Tired, bored and hungry the long way back home turn them a little bit angry. Impatient and cold they are quickly growing old. He try to stay quiet or she would start a never ending riot. Whenever they build, there has to be destruction, otherwise, is 
She sat under the wide, old tree, felt the moist wood with her left hand, trying to touch the reality that she couldn´t understand. It will take time and hard work to heal, it happens everytime that she is so obssesed to feel. The wound is still open, the system fragile and unstable, every other day, the darkness gets into deep and make her doubt that she is always able. He was on his way to his secret, lonely place, where he can be sure nobody can see his face. Try to keep calm but lost all faith, instead of finding a better reason for him to stay. Now the time to play for them is over, they want to build a present that can remain sober. It might be difficult, or look impossible, but the thruth has always been the same, as long as they try, is the only way they know that stop them from going insane.
She wonders where is he wondering, and what is he looking for, or if he is looking for something. Usually he doesn´t look because he is too busy exploring incredible things that just found kind of by accident if you don´t believe in destiny, He is too curious for loosing the opportunity to see things upside down because in that way he gets to understand a bit more and accept why and what life is about, and the way they behave and treat each other could be the only and big difference between knowing what is right and what isn´t. Only then he can trust to close his eyes and walk barefoot through the dark and scary part of that period of time, a moment she calls life, without the usual fear that crawls under his skin and seems that it is going to eat him up slowly from inside out and makes him really believe that is failling or loosing when really there is no better one or winners in this fake game where everyone wants to compete even when there is no ending in this so called race, and no golden cup to give to the first one that arrives to that lost, unknown and lonely place where nobody is waiting clapping and happy because no one really cares about him.
Her voice on that song is all that he listen when she´s gone. Don´t need words to be long to know what they have is strong. Maybe today they will find the better way to get there somehow and stay. What else could it be if it´s not what they see. Is there someone out who knows what is that all about? He doesn´t even care for the definition of normal or rare, just want her smile for him to stare. 
By this time it should be stolen, quietly and with no problem. She is still running away while he sit down to play. Once there was a start, now that she is so smart he feels an empty chest with no heart. It was violently removed by those who never should. Playing with fire simply makes him tired. "Look around and tell me what you´ve got" - she said - Nevermind, she always choose to forgot instead. 
So easy for him to fake it when he has no idea how to make it. The possible seems impossible when she´s so low that every step she take is too damn slow. Realize to recognize that everything in this life has a price. Do not start from the end cause that way they don´t even have one friend. Loneliness is priceless when she has so much things to confess. Starting again is something they can´t do that is a great gift just for a few. Intelligence and hability is not a problem for these kids just a little love is all this place needs. Hiding behind a palm tree he is still waiting for her to feel free. 
Once they woke up the day tasted sad walked around in circles until one of them went mad. A new window was opened the concrete wall was already broken. Fragile he tried to hide away no place now for him to stay. Back in black she cried for a stupid reason and lost the most lovely thing she ever have had. The return to reality was such an impossible act on their own twisted mentality. Where was their mind when they needed it so bad all this time?
One more time for now it´s fine need a way to keep these dreams out of his mind. She stepped on mud with her dirty dress now walks so sad. The party was long time over though it wasn´t enough to be them both sober. Struggling still with the unconcious business talking to themselves in a complete state of dizzines. Waiting for the time where it all will be fine, sleepy, tired and afraid on and on the story starts again. 
A long time ago, before the woman become a whore, it was a nice place were they didn´t need more than their own space. Now all that is gone and lost two tortured souls need a new host. She wants him far away though that night said to him - "stay". He stood up and walked away with a picture of happyness on an interrupted dream delay. 
He´s trying not to think about the past, wondering if he could return to be lost in time, adrift knowing he would never get down from cloud nine. She was so sure that what she see is´t just blur. Running to hide away each time she says goodbye going back home repeating a big sad sigh. Nothing was ever so strong then how could all this be wrong. 
At certain level, she knew what´s better. To hang on to past and get lost forever. He tried to avoid her in any way but it was all said she came here to stay. Do not call or trust in somone like them their attitude will only create a bigger problem. Keep your chaep seat ! - she shouted - now you are someone I don´t need. Keep it coming there is no place for him to go running.
The morning light cut though the dream they had after midnight. Their mood is no longer good. She screams and cries for a thousand alibis. He walk in circles around a crazy idea she´s no longer there or even near. Spending their time together not to lose inside forever. Go along he just want to sing you his new song. Do not precipitate there is no rush in throwing all these years into the trash. Be a better friend and shut up both know these things come to an end. 
Is this real, why is it so obscure? there´s no one there to be sure. Steal and run is all they can there is not enough proves to know they´ve won. Be patient and it won´t take long one shitty day doesn´t mean the whole life is wrong. Then why she does that knowing he couldn´t carry it on his back. He wanted to talk about it but she was on another planet. He just hope someday they could run away. It could be any day of the weak until then he will still be sick. 
Hungry and tired of walking they slowly stop talking. Every now and then she said to him - "you know you´re my friend" - but he knew deep inside all things must come to an end. Happy or not that was all what he thought. Shouting has no use like living in this world wich he refused. "Don´t drag me down with you " - she said out loud - "I don´t like living on a cloud" - "Go away and don´t come back I´m in a middle of a panic attack" - so that ´s what he did walking away without ever looking back. Alone, stoned and cold everyting he does is just getting bored, angry and old. 
Finally something new just a simple but different point of view. She runs desperately towards the light while he hides between the guilty shadows in the night. Everything was said everything was told their innocent souls were cheap and silently sold. He whispered - "meet me down on the underground" - but no one listened she had already turned around. No more time left to lose life is not something that you choose. "Come back" - she screamed - "don´t leave me alone" - but it was to late again he was far away gone. Painful in misery and broken their heartbeats were weak sad and stolen. 
Sometimes she hates while he is busy in love now all that matters is the colours of the sky above. Nothing to feel something to steal when their love is too real. A kiss on the cheek her hand on his face need more time to put the things on their place. A silver ring on her delicate finger time to notice and let him linger. Push to hard and he will break it talking slow not to fake it. Bring down her views and feelings always remembering love has more than two meanings.
Last time she whispered softly near his ear, " Is this what you want to hear?, I don´t want to be with you or any where near. If you dislike life like you said why don´t cut your throat with a knife instead. I´m tired of listening to your complaints, I´m human not a saint. Please leave now before it´s too late, I have this strange deep felling of burning hate".
Walking through this dark forest of dead trees they don´t feel no hunger or even pray on their knees. No more things to ask they can take now off their masks. Reality is worse than what she thought when the day comes the light did not. He stood up and said "let´s die together instead", now that she knows him they´re far away ahead. She scremead "please don´t do that again !", either way it was to late, the only thing that can stop the pain is to get lost under this thick dark acid rain. 
Back in those days there were fewer ways to keep them calm and make her say "I need your love, don´t go away". He stood up and walk right through, the smallest door, to know the truth. "Don´t need your love where I´m going to" he said shouting in the rain, "the only thing I need is my damaged brain". Feeling lucky and a bit unhappy they share it all but between them is a hard brick wall. Don´t worry about their story, where they are going there is no faith, there is no glory. Standing under the hot desert sun their lives have no more fun.
Many years have passed since she first asked how much time is going to take for him to make the same mistake over and over again with a little help from an inside friend. Is this really the end or just another stupid message she sent? Either way get out from their space the last thing he wants is to see your face. Put on your daily mask to walk the streets at last and don´t even ask what the hell happens at dusk.
This ending is where it all began a life like theirs has no more fun. Even though now they know how can someone be so low. Trusting no one feeling lonesome going up to the clouds now just to fall down. Don´t come near them with your cheap chatter listening to you is something they won´t matter. 
When the time comes - she said - are you going to be ready? or it will be another story with no ending. Sacrifice is not a problem, no guilt for what they have stolen. No more time left to lose even if it has no use all the love that they had refused if he is so distant how can she be his muse?. 
Living complicated times make them turn every word into insane rhymes. Since she knew what´s left is few, scream and shout is nothing new. From the top of the roof he is going to jump to feel the only feelings he can understand. Don´t make any sudden movement if you want to see them for a moment. They are shy and a bit agressive too, she likes to dance in the dark while he´s howling at the full moon.
It was no pressure for this obsesion, she just followed the rythm of her own expression. Tumbling on the road she doesn´t want to be a load for the boy she once loved. Adrift, naked and cold these waves of feelings do their job. Surprisingly bad she hide it all under her hat for no one to see until she goes mad.
When there is nowhere to go they have a secret place of their own, where they have lived and grown not so long ago. A little hide away with falling rain, enough to clean his soul and refresh her brain. He said "stay" in a soft whisper but it was too late, she already had gone away.
This must be a confusion, no longer real, neither an ilusion. Why is this happening to them?...feel like dying, go to hell, and be born again. It means nothing when she´s crying about something, it usually hears like laughing. Maybe right maybe wrong either way all their luck is gone.
This wasted shoes have no use anymore they don´t walk like they usually did before. Barefoot they cross this land without accepting any helping hand. Friends come and go, family is something they don´t know. Moaning, creeping and lying, all they feel like is dying.
