I think they missed some of what I can feel

Back in this world I'm alive and dead at once.
Missing the way the sun would seem to set and rise
On a day and upon a heart all at the same time.
Somewhere over the Barcelona shore my eyes are locked

And there it is, hovering.

Oh intimate strangers come back to me
With the lines and shapes that drew your stories
And the way the light reflects in the lonely places too.
But they're gone, they're gone

I'm buzzing with this warm desire.
This life is told exactly like a story from a man
Who found a love and let it go for the sake
Of continuing to live a lie.




Updates sparingly: some stories take a little longer to describe- especially when they are a world wide.