I woke up in the middle of the night and you were not here. Your pillow was there, so were your slippers, and your cell phone charger was by the bed. It appeared tidy and lived in, but you were not there. I looked and I called but I didn't find you, I'm scared and I don't want to go back to bed. It's dark everywhere and you're missing; I miss you. In the morning I put out ads but no one had seen you. Time has passed, I've put away everything but I keep finding your stuff, like it grows from mine, like it sprouts everywhere. A few days ago I found one of your mom's tupperware's in somebody else's house. Some days I just find tiny stuff, like a whiff of your perfume trapped inside some drawer or stuff you wrote on my walls. You wrote all over my walls, did you know that? You wrote on the inside of walls I'd never shown anybody. But you didn't tear down any walls; neither did I. Now I'm trapped inside all of my walls and no one knows their way through this labyrinth, so no one is coming to rescue me. There are no helicopters in one's mind, no way to avoid finding one's way the hard way.

Ghost

There's a parallel reality
In which you don't exist
There's also the once upon a time
To which I can't resist

Stuck between two worlds
Where I've always been
Can anyone really live
Without a home to live in?

When I look around I don't see you
Only the hole that you left
When I'm not trying I hear you
Maybe I'd rather be deaf

Golden leaves are coming soon
I thought it would be banal
But after this spring and summer
Is this the part where I fall?

Dream Shop

- Good morning, I'd like some dreams, please.
- Of course, and what kind of dreams are you looking for?
- Huh... I'm not sure, maybe a starter kit?
- Hum... I'm not sure we have any left but let me check the back.