block myself

I block myself from the pain..
each day it takes my soul away
each day i try to understand
the meaning of life
the meaning of love
the meaning
of time wind and space

space
is that all i have
space
between me
between you

is it love
is it a dieing flower
in the heat
like a cold death
the flame has been out
been out for a while

been out of space
been out of time

drifting in the memories
feeling the pain of the soul

tired of drifting

tired of floating

its always the invisible
that has to wait
wait for a long time

when things used to be different
when memories where clear

is this how it is ?

I block myself from the pain
I blow the flame out
of the dieing flower

and walk..