they are cleansing the room they are cleansing the streets cleansing the windows throwing up the notebooks they want everything to be clear
try to stay in my mind to see there, to pick misery how should i be a little bit more more blind to cleanse that too? cleanse that too?
its like on my imaginary skin im having a thousand tattoos: i do wanna be i cannot be im just being to have a little a bit more space for you
its not even you its an endless mirror all made up of reflections i wonder if we could arrive to our real hands arrive to our real heart and give a hug for each other