unfound

things I used to like, a long time ago
we are, are and was, or is
I remember you when it was beautiful
and I close my eyes
it took me back
to everything right where everything was
in the very same spot, how it is supposed to be
I found something on the ground and it became mine
at the speed of sound, in a whisper
they talk about feelings in public
but sacred they are, rather when searched for
good
night
it was the most beautiful thing
it tasted sweet between my lips
and I got to witness the moon inside my eyes
appreciate the moment which was so good
a breath, await death, one less step, stumble
decisions mixed with delusions inside a vision
a path with someone elses footsteps
this is my life