Maintenant les rêves de rien n'inondent ma tête.

I've been making my way around your room.
Now dreams of nothing flood my head.
You're a touch away but my fingers are numb.
Over my shoulder, your chest rises and falls.
I can hear your heart, but am not allowed to see it.
I stand. I stumble.
I am crushed under the weight of your ignorance.







I've been having a not-so-nice day. I thought that speaking to you would cheer me up a little.. But I can't think of anything to say back to you, so it just makes me worse because you're one more thing on my mind.

Thanks a lot.