Tell me.
That every time you came to me,
you followed me because you didn't want to dream.
I feel as if it's impossible to leave,
because I believe that I still haven't woken up from sleep.
Courage it takes- to hold a friend.
One that will keep you in their eyes,
one that turns into statue lying next your grave at night.
Dear Friend,
I thought I recognised you as you came from behind.
A world that created a garden of exchanges,
a field of revolutionising flowers wilting in your hands.
Yes dear Friend,
you were as empty as standing in a field at night.
Looking at you with your hands full of nostalgia,
I hope you find happiness in what you have picked,
because those flowers only grew once,
and now watching them die in your hands,
where there is no-
Friend-
Dear Friend
your hands-
have no light.
TEXT & STILLS - THE FEMALE ZOO
