The world seems so distant.
Like nothing really matter anymore.
But I guess the world is just to big,
For such a small being like me.
At this timeless hour,
I feel at home.
My head against the window,
And my thoughts far away.
The stream of light from outside,
Cheerfully playing with the shadows at my lap.
Ice is building up against the glass.
But its not cold nor warm.
Just a moment of silence.
When we talk,
It makes me wonder.
If we where close from the beginning.
I guess I just miss the hours,
When we where timeless.