the blur makes me wanna see it clear

but just when i reach out

i open my eyes

the feeling of loneliness give me a shiver

the sound of someone shoveling the snow

all the furniture seems to be in the wrong spot

and so am i

what’s real?

the blurry feeling the blurry things

what’s next? am i real? what happens after this?

the scratch on my arm

the L on my body

the ring in my mouth

one day they’ll be gone

what’s left is the empty memory

but one day when i wake up i’ll ask myself were they real.

did everything really happen.

did you really stepped into this apt.

were you really a part of my life….