Sweet sorrow...

Music makes me wander. It often makes me wonder. What's really going on in that tiny head, whats really cooking in that cozy heart. Imagining things that aren't there, wishing for things quite impossible. It's a song, a melody, a plea for help, a prayer for everything to go right again. The thing that's complicated is there isnt anything wrong. A puzzle, nothing obsessive, nothing too harsh, just without a way out.

Kiss me out of this sweet sorrow, of knowing you gotta get out, of the will to stay back some more and look on, into the unknown, into the nothingness. Its just a feeling, a passing phase. A lil bit limitless. Reverie or reality. A strange comfort and misery of helplessness to fight trivialities. Such is life when you're not too busy. A knock on the door, is that you there? Thank you, I'm delighted to be out of here.