Clouds of blues cavern me br Staring tearfully on the chimney br “Am I crying? ” asking whimsically br Believing not but questionably br br There is something deplete br Inside this heart of incomposite br Undeniably doubtful about it br Walking like dead and is incomplete br br I reached the house of doors br Doors of my lost memories and lore br I sought the reason of this loneliness br Is the piece of wanting his presence.