Rorschach Test
*source: Bing Waiting for the song to communicate through us because we have learned to be mute They feel sorry for our souls lingering around confused by the hate attacked by the loneliness Standing I picture the absence of your pride of your ego walking hand by hand with mine Illusions of love The façade masked of collective despair For never figuring out how it felt For never mistaken guilt for pain Isn't weird the monster of frustration ? We needed each other without any reason And while the sun kept you hidden I dreamt about you chasing cloudy days Like a miracle running into my arms melting that metal heart in front of mine Reminiscing the melancholy that never existed Escapisms and fantasies our lives in a canvas mirroring Rorschach tests solely analyzing inkblots of happiness . Anita Mendes