Its dark, so we shan’t be seen!

as I sit here, surrounded by the smell of coffee and the rhythm of rain,
I'm slowly losing the track of reality
drowning in pure surrealism
transcribing it on delicate warps of napkins here and there..

I live for this moments of calmness
for this randomly visiting careless moods.

I wish I could talk
but words left me with silence long ago
I'm banging on the walls of my mind
trying hard to retrieve myself
staring at people,
trying hard to believe that they are real,
that they will not disappear,
into a cloud of smoke,
with the first touch.

some times you lose your way home
you lose all the memories that would witness,
things could be all fine...
and you lose the reason to let go of the breath you inhaled.

some times,
you lose all the words that you would tell
because there's no one left to listen to them.
some times you lose it all.