Feel

Running from the shelter

to become part of me, 

hiding has never been the worst way to live, 

and since your hands are still around 

I would like to ask again: 

do you ever feel the same?

I am running without stopping, 

trying to believe 

that anything that has me going 

is a truth left for me, 

and since your eyes are yet so deep, 

I would like to ask again: 

do you ever feel the same?

I am staying like a statue 

in front of an empty space, a hole, a scene, 

and while I torture my desire 

I think of you and me. 

And since your voice is yet so calm, 

I would like to ask again: 

do you ever feel the same?

I am staying and I am running, 

would you like to go insane? 

And since I can still feel you breathing,

 I would like to ask again: 

do you ever feel the same?

ART