Hollow black sky, illuminated by your eyes. Your radiance. Broken film and a piece of something I remember from a long time ago.
Stopping, starting.
Starting, stopping
A painting made by someone who doesn’t know the difference between black and white, and it's all the same.
Soft, sweet music plays, but I’m deaf. I don’t know how I’m alive. I don’t know why I’m alive either.
Except that I’m here. Just a shadow, nothing more.
Washed away by my insignificance.
Grave diggers and heart breakers and mind fakers.
Please, please help me.
I think I’m going mad.
Or maybe I’m already mad.
The condition worsens with every word I say.
It kills me more and more, but it makes me lighter and lighter.
Please, let me go home already.
Undo my deeds, and let me fly.
I don’t want to be afraid anymore.
I want to be free.
