Where’s my love

Endless fields of emptiness in my dark and wounded heart
Where is my love?

The freezing moment when you turned your head and waved goodbye
Where is my love?

Even all the biggest storms can’t take my pain away
Where is my love?

Noisy happy people crossing streets from side to side
Where is my love?

I gave you everything I could but you want the stars
Where is my love?

Endless fields of emptiness in my dark and wounded heart
Where is my love?

Even all the biggest storms can’t take my pain away
Where is my love?

Noisy happy people crossing streets from side to side
Where is my love?

Blackfield “Where is my Love”

Notes after Vodka

When you’re with russia, all worries go away. You’re in a totally different world. The parallel world that is transparent to every other eye. You don’t think, because thinking brings worries. Your feet levitate above the ground. You spread your arms and see the wings that never existed before. You take flight. Up above you fly, with her. Arms wide open. Love in the eyes…

All she needs is a glow

A lovely face sits in the dark, lights down, staring at the bright screen and typing hurriedly something. It must be done today or else it would be too late. There’s only one chance. One that would never come again in life. A chance of lifetime as you may say. Unwary of the next, she goes on, searches until the back of her mind to pull out a miracle that will change her life. Confidently she strikes the keys, harder every time she thinks of the wonderful aftereffects. She visualizes herself to that day. The magical day when things are going to go her way, a day of happiness, a day of infinite joy, a day of achievement and a day of fame. That day she’ll stand out from the crowd and will have her own identity. She’ll be herself and the world will acknowledge her existence. Another stroke of the key as she makes, she cackles at her own thoughts of her future. The next stroke causes a typo. She frowns. “What if things go wrong, as they’ve, always?”, she ponders. There’s a sudden gloom on her face, a face that turns dim, almost intermingling with the darkness. The future is uncertain. She can only try. The target is moving. She can only aim. The air might be dark but all she needs is a little glow.