A blank canvas for you.

I’d hand out the brush to you.

We can paint new faces and rainbows

And you can draw a new line.

But the world hasn’t turned its back on you.

Nothing sets in stone.

Sometimes our emotions turn to stone.

And you question yourself whether you’re alive

Or just hibernating.

And with our words here in this portal,

I hope to give you some relief.

Tik tok tik tok... The road is long


We’re going back to ninety-four


Ten years later, we move along


We’ve still got it at twenty four


The sun was high and we’re lively


We were young and we were free


I’m fine with you, I’m fine with you


A time to buy, a time to lose



I’m laying down and feel the sun


Said ninety-four, I feel your pain


On our nineteen, we’ve felt the sun


Hey twenty four, I feel you too


I’m fine with you, I’m fine with you


Three years later, we’re on the run


For crying out loud... Up in the clouds


A time to kill, a time to choose



Man on the run...


Why did you try to chase the sun?


We’re sinking down and going down


Further down the rabbit hole


We’re going mad with this old soul


But tell me something I don’t know


No air... In suffocation


Sense of security and stability


Surrender now...
There’s no more room 


For two or three in this body



Twenty six, just burn it down


Wish you knew yourself better


Wish you’ve done it differently


But in the end,

it doesn’t really matter


Twenty eight, just burn it down


Let’s ride the waves of the ocean


We gotta keep our innocence


Cause in the end, 
it doesn’t really matter



- C.K

October 27, 2015

I remember everything about autumn. The way the wind whispers to you like the nature is talking to your soul and the sound of leaves blowing when I walk on the street that has no name. And everytime I step on the fallen leaves, the sound of the leaves rustling underfoot tells me how something is dying and it dies a little more on the inside. You cannot hear it because it doesn't make any sound but you can feel it.

- C.K