23:37

Many thoughts.
Many plans.
Many options.
Many doubts.
Many words.
Many books.
Many series.
Many films.
Many possibilities.
Many goals.

Many on-holds.

Many unstarted.
Many unfinished.

Many people.
Many smiles.
Many hugs.
Little space.

Many hours.
Little time.

Many mirrors.
Many lives.
Many reasons.
Many paths.


I don't want to stop.
But I don't want to run.

I want to go.
But I don't wanna say bye.

I don't wanna hear questions.

I don't wanna answer.

I just want to go.
And finally...



find myself.

Even today, I live moderately

I walk in pace, moderately wearing down

The sun suffocates me

And the world strips me naked

I can't help it, there's no other way

I collect myself that's shattered beneath the moonlight

I call you moonchild

We are the children of the moon

I breathe the cold night air

Yes we're livin' and dyin'

At the same time

But you can open your eyes for now

—4 o'clock