Every ending is a new beginning bla bla bla...
So, after two and a half years,
back to square one...?
Red, Again…
Red, red, red everywhere
Some shadows within have lost their obscurity
I keep seeing, when I close my eyes,
Strawberry pink, brown and red
I draw lines with echoes that ring deep
I paint pictures with the smells I miss
Acidic smells I barely got used to
And then, they were no more
How the hell did it feel right
To shut my senses
And chase that gloom
What kind of obsession
What kind of determination
What kind of obstinacy
Kept me dipping my hands in that fire
Ah, I was riding high on potential
heavily boosting that reality
But despite of all good intentions
The path remained, obtusely murky
I’ve got to find what I lost in there
I’ve got to find something similar
And shape it again
So... I will hold the clay
I will take the grey
I will carve my way, to new directions…
