(c) Arike van de Water 2007-2009
- We live to breathe an open smile and leave a need for otherwise because we never did embrace the minute of eternity that passed between a smile and see, we'll leave to hear now what I feel. Do I know what this means? Do I need to hear what this means? Do I need to hear that this feels? That you feel what this is? That you feel at all?
You never used to walk right by the store instead you wandered round the mall in search for something new a girl, I think or what's been said about your latest hit and all the rumours and the tales so tall that you'd think no one understood a fantasy except for how it used to be and past is all around us in the faces all the scars and scenes and something else you dream.
You dream of something new, those eyes that watch your every move and note that you are not what you should be but something more and something neat no more because you realise what feels like such a reverie a stream of all that used to be and now is all that could not be, some love.