Dark it is. Inside a room… Inside my mind.

Inside a world I made out of sorrow, that's where I am.

Dark.

Dark.

What is light? Myself doesn't know anymore.

Spring is waiting, flowers are blossoming, yet I stay in this hole.

Staring.

Staring.

Why am I so alone? Why am I hiding? Who am I hiding from?

My skin craves for freedom. My mind just wants to be set free.

Escape.

Escape.

Knocks at the door being ignored. Calls at all hours being rejected.

There is something better. Something that wants me to rise.

Someone.

Someone.

Orange tulips in the corner, floor, walls. Everywhere those tulips are.

A hand that stretches out for mine. A smile that is not a real smile at all seems to appear.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I hear myself muttering inside the hole. I hear yourself whispering.

Peeking out of my hiding, I see those dark orbs of yours. More flowers from the same remittent.

Holland.

Holland.

Another bouquet of orange tulips coming from Holland. Again, Intent of help.

Will this one work? Will it be the same and end up as a quiet tea reunion?

Get out.

Get out.

My heart, will you just get out of the hole? I want to see those orange tulips more clearly.

Dark, Dark eyes.

Staring, staring into mines.

Escaping, escaping from reality.

Someone, someone who really cares… or at least tries to.

Thank you, thank you for your efforts.

Holland, Holland… those tulips.

Get out; get out of my dreams and hopes already,

So I can get up and make our friendship a reality.