I sit here alone,
Try harder and harder to write;
Everything that once was on the surface
Is now lost somewhere far from my sight!
I’ve become a devourer of this melancholy,
We stick by each other too tight;
There are days when for a few moments
It goes away,
You know then…
Then nothing right feels right!
No, I sing happy songs too,
In fact, happy songs are the only ones that are allowed,
Allowed to be out of this cage,
To be sung in front of the crowd!
It’s just that darkness always felt closer to me than the light,
So when this melancholy hides for a while,
It takes away my soul with it,
And my words die somewhere in this exile!
You know why…
Why I crave this melancholy?
Why I try a lot harder to keep alive
these words that try to let go off?
It’s because in these words I have kept alive,
A broken dream that I couldn’t let go of!