Away..

Fairytales in ghost towns are boring. Extremely tedious for a girl's eyes, even when trying to use metaphors and personifications of trees and flowers turning into red-white lollipop sticks. Your 6 year old daughter will too quickly become a grown woman ma. She will develop her maternal instinct and sexual drives. She'll go away. Yes ma, she'll go away too - like everyone..
Everyone will pave our way to freedom.
Everything lingers slowly in this room. Sometimes I whisper your name in darkness. This darkness is moving, dancing, filling this emprty space. There is always an disjointed part which always grows in my consciousness. I want us to become the most violent tide of that isolated shore. You told me once that you'd learn me how to sing. You said: 'I love the colour of your voice'. I felt like home. You are my home. Your eyes are my only shelter. And yes, I'd die for you today because today is the first day of my life that I really want to fly away..