Every step we set together,
Feels like a mile walking in the streets of love.
But The street has a dead end…
The feeling is endless..
In fight with the knowledge can’t get farther,
the street is so beautiful it sucks you right in. Passion, doubts, happyness, sadness, satisfaction, every feeling go’s on in that street,
Does the street exist or is it an illusion..
Am I walking alone together…
Is it dead ended..
Is it the street to live..
Live.. Isn’t it that live just has streets within streets and crossroads within crossroads you only have to make the right turn everytime..
So are there dead ended streets…
It doesn’t matter how many times you took the wrong exit or how far the way to the right street is. you’re learning a new street and the streets you’ve been, made you who you are..
There’s always an exit to the right street..
I am lost, the streets are amazing. Do I want to get back on the right street..
The things I see hear feel..
Makes me forget the things I saw hear and felt on the wrong streets..
feeling warm, happy, in peace satisfied excitented..
What a strange new feeling, is it love.. I don’t know its wonderfull… where to put it…
Or should I put it…
Things happen for a reason..
But what is the reason of this thing..
This beautifull precious thing..
Allready starting to see the end of the street…
… Is it the end…
Bjorn van den Dries.
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