I sit on a terrace with a cigarette thinking how I lost myself. I look at the stars and moon but you, you are everywhere. In the sky, somewhere around the stars, I search for your reflection. I search myself in you, on my loneliness. I’m still there; on the moment we share with each other. On those rainy days when we held each other’s hands on the streets. When you were desperately searching for me on the crowd, or maybe somewhere under the sky, your lips meeting mine. On those sunsets where we were infinite. Somewhere between these months. Days. Moments. Who am I? Where am I? Do I even exist? I am not myself anymore. I am confined to you. Only you.
