EVERY NIGHT I SPIT A BIT

for love, with Eline

for 76 days now I’m living on a tent

renting the leftover space out to spiders
to head the mind out and sparkle some fires

the past is gone and troubles will be
close is the day the world runs away from me
from what to miss there is no return
all we know is that our day is meant to burn
an air mattress ballon across the rain
a broken umbrella lost in deep sea
a paper boat floating on the top of a tree
my parade friend we you and me
words to say I can’t even ever breath

creative fighting makes life worth trying

to suddenly pump the heart of the dying

a clear brain but no change to come
to miss one year and then all is done

dreams to tell our life alive
to sleep inside we cross the mind
to fly around we grow up strong
to survive the night we can’t be wrong