A Silver Thread

«Dead» it’s empty here
The days are longer but somehow darker and I feel
As if i’m always counting mood swinging like a pendulum
A centimeter above my head out of body…
But I don’t like what I see
Find it hard to take what I hover above
And a little voice says that I should get out more
Maybe pick up some DVDs from the library
And cry with the stars discreetly in my own surroundings pick the scene
That moves me the most and play it again and again
But I just can’t get back there…