Beyond the end
there is no emptiness,
but a quiet beginning.
What ceases
still lingers
in shapes we don't yet recognize.
Paper becomes soil,
words turn to dust,
......
Voorbij het einde
ligt geen leegte,
maar een stil begin.
Wat ophoudt
ademt nog na
in vormen die we niet herkennen,
nog niet.
Papier wordt aarde,
......
I was fragile,
You were broken.
We danced together,
over the shards of our fractured hearts,
and We rebuilt Each other from scratch.
Beyond the end
there is no emptiness,
but a quiet beginning.
What ceases
still lingers
in shapes we don't yet recognize.
Paper becomes soil,
words turn to dust,
......
Beyond the end
there is no emptiness,
but a quiet beginning.
What ceases
still lingers
in shapes we don't yet recognize.
Paper becomes soil,
words turn to dust,
......
Beyond the end
there is no emptiness,
but a quiet beginning.
What ceases
still lingers
in shapes we don't yet recognize.
Paper becomes soil,
words turn to dust,
......
Voorbij het einde
ligt geen leegte,
maar een stil begin.
Wat ophoudt
ademt nog na
in vormen die we niet herkennen,
nog niet.
Papier wordt aarde,
......
I was fragile,
You were broken.
We danced together,
over the shards of our fractured hearts,
and We rebuilt Each other from scratch.