Crawling

My entire essence

Got smashed-up into tiny 

Solitary fragments

Feeling sick...

The tobacco smell

Pooring slowly 

From under your wet chlotes 

Makes the only differece 

Between reality and dreams

Sad...

Our common reality 

Turns the most

Immaculate and joyfull

Dreams into exhausting nightmares

Missing...

Evrery insignificant, small thing

That put us together

Wishing...

For the night to be over

So we could turn 

Back to our

Regular and monotonous lives