I pretend sometimes to just disappear. Click my fingers twice, then fade into thin air. To my parallel world with the one I hold dear. No problems to...
Has the memory of me faded? Has the image of me dulled in my absence? Has the scent of me diminished in your senses? Perhaps your feelings dampened?...
All day long, everything seems... wrong. It's disjointed, strange and off-key. Like an orchestra - each musician playing a different song, a clanging...
