The worse is in the end of the day
When I can't invoke the mood of the long lasting day
The empty night, silent and absolute condensed in wonder
Mirror back to nothing to say, nothing to hear or paint.
I try to find myself here,
sometimes I do.. others, I just want to feel the day back
the sun back, where once I lived in routine.
Moaning fakes to nowhere nor listening to oasis. Because they keep me there.
"But we cannot feel what we cannot see."
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