That's all about that space

we used to fill

and how it appeared

under certain weather conditions.

Playfully

my travels are painting

faces on the walls.

While mine gets sometimes reflected on you

and you may doctor the structuring.

On your face I get

toured and detoured

as I swim away forever

onto other faces

of kids

of relations

of light-magicians

of trinities

and finally go to sleep

back to childhood...

...and we may have totally fucked up somewhere

along the way, some worn-out memories stay