I woke up to a voice who said i had been dreaming... And i missed... I missed everything. Oh heaven please help me from falling back again. In hibernation, a century of loneliness. So i stay at home in my own world. And i kiss it all goodbye. Life never seemed so elegant but so trite. No love, no loss, there is only air. I feel no pain there is only here. But this shall be the end of endless sleep. I must stay awake. I only want to hear and see what i see. Why is this All that i can hold in my hands? All these phrases and voices buried in snow.