edges

and it was a night when i came to her. trains didn't intend going anywhere, roads were too dumb to lead and my knees felt like frozen. we had to talk, we needed to talk, over and about.
whats the strange little world man's trying to create time and time again, what a strong wish to escape, to hide, to close the door and light on ur candles.
that's a smell of shisha, of coconut and orange tabacco, thats's a taste of Beyliss, soft, cream-caramell, that's a feeling of darkness, of night on ur skin. that's something that hardly ever could be words. i realise that the universe - with the billiards stars and planets - inside - can't be ruined in dusty words.
this way wasnt' expected, parts of me, outside, of my life that hardly can be connected. thats it. universe can have edges.