Fragment.

He is lost. 

My friend is lost and I can’t find him.

After all this time hearing his voice I find myself in a place whit no sound. Nothing moves, including my heart. It stopped the moment I heard his heart breaking down. 
What could I have done? I couldn’t cut my hands trying to catch it pieces. But also I couldn’t expect anything else. 
So he left far away and looked at me with pain in his eyes while he walked into a path I didn’t know it existed.

My friend is lost and there’s nothing I can do to bring him back.

Foolish love.

Here's to the loves who dream.
The ones that cannot exist. 
Those we all desire but it's impossible to reach. 
This goes to that soul splitted apart. Always looking for itself in others. Never finding what it wants. 
It is nice when you see yourself in other eyes. It's like looking at you in your own mirror. 
You found yourself.
But then, that despicable moment search is done, is when you realize that, the image doesn't belong to you. It's how others see you; The way they think you are, how they believe you should be. And you're so used to it that hurts when you turn your back to your "reflection" and start looking to the light. 
You know a part of you was left behind. 
And even though it's over, deeply in your heart, you wish that love could get you. The same way you embraced it.
Anyway, anyhow.. That's what you were looking for.