To be loved is to live in the childhood of a friend,
And to be lived at yours.
Heaven on earth is, a tear from a friend or two,
Heaven on earth is to find some two to grieve and smile to,
A butterfly stuck on the cieling,
Your eye stuck on her death,
Empty stadium seats for our shadows to sleep at,
The fear of tomorrow is our safe pillow hat,
As long as I’m alive there are infinite chances:
To wake up, eat, and map,
New roads, old countires;
Their capitals are the best memory of a friend.
To be loved is to live in the childhood of your friend.
To be alive is in trying one last lap of that,
We’ll be fine if,
Our home in past visions of desk,
The planet is dying to get on tv,
We were living in a pocket screen,
Some people wait for the end of times,
While we lived it all,
It was never in the future but in our little arms, somewhere inside there,
A sunshine cave install.
zaki monzer 