Tiene el don de la oportunidad,.

It feels so strange to be out of place when you know you’re breathing in different air. I search for feelings that I try to trace, with a gin and tonic rocking in my chair the taste can spread, but I know you aren't there, and I'll hide myself in a bottle of beer.Because my memories are locked inside a box, and there's a key that would open it; is lost inside my secrets. I miss you and I try to find you in my suitcase. Cerulean sky torn apart like a drum, like a strum like a tear of my soul. The man stood still with his mind aware transmusiclation.