In Continuum.

My Favourite Gemini

That autumn leaves fall dry and sweet
Tells me everything is not broken
No everything is not broken
If everythings not fine...
If everythings not fine...

I know it takes only a couple of hundred steps from where i am now,to the bus stop.I know that it takes one bus from that bus stop to where you are right now.I know that it is a short walk from there onwards,to where you live,to where you are now in the dark,drenched in tears and blood.I know all these,because i know you too well and too little,all at the same time.Isnt it strange,isnt it odd?I think it is weird,that being the two-faced Gemini in nature,you always choose that same face for me.It's not that i dont like it,it's not that i prefer otherwise.But sometimes,just sometimes,when you are alone,when you need to be rid of that loneliness,that face you have on looks so much like a mask i feel like tearing it off.Because only that way,i feel that it is all worth it,to worry about you so much.You,my favourite Gemini in the world.

I havent got a driving license like you,i cant drive my way down to your place to tell you how easy it is for you to let it all go.Because it is easy,really really.I can,but im afraid that it might look awkward,afraid that when you come out of your place,i wouldnt have anything but another lame joke of mine to utter or say.I know you find them funny,i understand that they make you laugh.But sometimes,when the only way you can cheer a friend up is to tell dumb jokes,you feel,in so many ways,so useful in so little ways.It is so short-termed,you know?The way the joke goes through your head,processed,understood and then forgotten because the next round of tears started to roll.My efforts wasted,i feel useless,and both of us are in the same pit of melancholia all over again.

That nature rains on flames we made
Should tell you everything is not broken
No everything is not broken
If everythings not fine...
If everythings not fine...

Remember,melancholia?Wrapping itself around you in the disguise of a warm coat.But really,outside of this warm coat you are alone in the porch,with the door before you locked tight.Falling alseep in your coat,you feel this melancholy growing within,controlling your fingers to reach for the razor so sharp.A cut in your arms and a drop of blood.Dont do that again,dont hurt yourself.

More wasted funerals
In time,in time
If everything's not fine...
If everything's not fine...

Anyone,but it is not yourself to blame.Blame anyone,blame me,just blame anybody.For once,just once,right now,not yourself.Because you are so much better than who you think you are.You are always as good as you think you are and more,as strong as you think you are and so much more.You told me once to fear not of this seemingly warm coat,to share,to tell you the truth of this decieving coat of mine.Well guess what,you are not telling me.You are not speaking to me.That was your other speaking,the other half of the beautiful Gemini.So why cant the two meet,why cant the two blend.So for once,just this once,you can tell me how you really feel,and we can enjoy the view as this coat of melancholy slowly self-destructs in view.

You are not like that,not like that.And the day when two faces become one,when you are ready to dial my eight digits and talk over it,i shall remember you that way.The most true,the most beautiful way,my favourite Gemini.

'Cause everything is not broken
No everything is not broken
Everything will be fine...
Everything will be fine...