walking on the cold winter night somewhere
around nowhere,
then slowly feeling alike vanishing away,
the curtain above of shining stars,
as the fog grows heavier,
using the wind as an excuse,
soon feeling my head rolling downstairs,
then feeling so many cynical looks,
sweeping me away,
knowing somehow that by the end of the day,
each and everyone of them shalt fade away.

and then i think to myself:
everything is escaping from my hands,
like sand and water sliding through my fingers,
one step at a time as i look back,
to see how my traces start to fade away from the ground,

out if myself ,inbetween the astral plane,
and conciouss mind itself,not feeling the need,
to enter back again,out from within,
lost in an unkown place,
withouth the need to return back,


then when opening my eyes,finding myself
over a balcony,
a celestial being helding my head within hands,
putting it back to my shoulders,
meanwhile hearing the words to find,
myself once the soul detaches from the body,
and how it is invisible attached connected to my heart,

out there in nowhere,releasing the threads,
holding me together,and feeling how the night was coming to an end,
how the first warm sunrays showing out,
over the horizon,
feeling now that it was time,
to return the steps back to the road,
to re-draw the missing traces and pieces,
asking this being about if love exists around there?,
then i hear nothing else but the echo of my own voice as an answer back,


then soon finding my pathway back,
now re-knotting al the loosened threads,
finding a way back to my ordinary self,
towards the first steps where my night travel have started hours after,losing within the amount of time i have spended in there...