A place for you, a place for me

"Why would you say that?"
"It is unique. It has the woody feeling. It has the old world charm, quaint, but it is bubbling with the young and new. It is at the most obvious places, but you need to have an eye to find it. You can't see the sea, but you can smell the salt in the air. The crowd is close by, but you can't hear it. It is all of that and more..."

The coffee mugs looked more beautiful. The rocking chair felt like it was made for me, rocking at the perfect rhythm. What was it that i ate? it somehow does not matter. It is like a picture postcard of a secret trip: just another snap for an outsider, but to me its my adventure.

A place becoming a symbol. A place becoming us.
Especially now.

Who loses more?

On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Then this thing turned out to be so evil
I don't know why i'm still surprised...

And surprised i stay
looking back at all the days
turning a blind eye
to all the things glaring at me

Next time it won't be the same
you will once again change
till the next time you hit again
and i fall for the same scheme

It's not about who is right
It's not about the way out
It's not about who hit harder
It's always a losing game of who loses more

Shifting sands

We will both forget the breeze,most of the time...
and i am happy for you
and sad for me
i could not be to you
what you were to me...

So you laugh about your life
And sip into its beauty
And you have your fears
Some questions, somewhere...

And i laugh about my life
its madness, unpredictability
And its uncertain turns
A place of no returns...

The breeze is there
i feel it
sometimes
And at other times
i let it go
It's not the breath to die for
It's not important anymore...