I miss you

And how you get something out of your mind?

And how it gets in there in the first place?

And from the heart?

How do you get something out of your heart?

When are you coming?

I miss you.

Even though I never had you.

A bad game

Deserted cities.

People with empty eyes like zombies.

How we became like this?

Can you stand your stolen life?

Addicted people on a screen.

All alone. Looking for nothing.

Fake life behind the curtains.

Where is the love?

You forgot to be a human.

I'm not taking this.

Seems like a bad game to me.

 

Lost

 Σπασμένα όνειρα, κομμένα φτερά,

Τυλιγμένοι με ανασφάλεια μες στης 

πόλης τα στενά.

Δύο πράγματα υπάρχουν

φόβος και αγάπη.

Αν ταϊσεις το πρώτο, η ζωή σου

είναι σκάρτη.

Αν φυτέψεις αγάπη θα φυτρώσει μαγεία,

εξαπλώνεται ωραία σε μια φρίκη 

κοινωνία.

Μα τι δύσκολη έννοια είναι η αγάπη.

Κι όταν ψάχνουμε έξω είναι μια απάτη.

Μέσα κοίτα, είσαι δίπλα,

ξημερώνει κι είναι πίκρα.

 

Loves that will never be said, will cry separately.

Poetry

I used to write so much poetry many years ago, I kind of lost it but sometimes I am still in this poetry mode - I will try to translate but not sure how to express this in English language.

"Lyrics that have been thrown to the edge of mind,
Two eyes blurred like the color of the sky,
Your rain like lullaby,
Your voice like travelling,
In the depth of your soul a little child." 

"Στιχάκια πεταμένα στην άκρη του μυαλού,
Δυο μάτια θολωμένα στο χρώμα τ'ουρανού,
Νανούρισμα η βροχή σου, ταξίδια η φωνή σου,
Στο βάθος της ψυχής σου ενα παιδί μκρό."

As much as I feel

"As much as I feel, so much I don't feel."

 

Shadow work - deep night vibes

"Ποσο διαρκει μια σκεψη; Η σκεψη ειναι πιο γρηγορη απο το φως;" How long does a thought last? Thought is faster than light?

Expired sobs

"Ληγμενοι λυγμοί που δεν θα βγουν ποτέ." Expired sobs that will never surface.