I’ve forgotten how it felt waking up
Smiling at the wooden ceiling in my room
Listening to the chirping of birds
Imagining the jungle in a last night’s dream
Ever since we slept in this palace
Alone with shape-shifting shadows
In front of the computer screen
Drunk by the thought of each other
For all the clacking of letters
As our thoughts materialize
We pierce the silence in between
With bittersweet lies
And we relish, at the freedom and guilt
Of our black paradise
Our fingers dancing at the beat of our haste
Leaving no room for hesitation
But we know, for all the fire
We would wake up empty
Memories as blurry as our reflection in this ice wall
Separating fiction and reality
It’s bravado clad with mystery
Sugarcoated with a tongue used to tasting
The deceit of this world we’re living in
As innocence fades away, permanently.
