The Same Music That Never Stops In Our Heads.

Tired of the same faces
Of always the same voices
When I chase for new and exciting embraces
They turn to be distances
Platonic passions
Long pauses of umberable mistakes
And I realize, I am overexaggerated. Overhelmed still. Over it all.

Other visions, other lights, other possibilities
In the same body
Other places
sometimes the same but renovated people
Still hard,
Still I am tired. I can not breathe.
I just want to shed the blood I have been keeping. Alone.

At times, the same music is good for the ears
For when it never ever stops,
A hysteria is created, is shown, is above the limit
As the same music that never stops in our heads is shared with other souls.
In another soils.