I can see the bright shine of it,
in a middle of the night, but what stays inside my mind was darkness.
Continuous thoughts that made it look dark, really dark.
I had dreams perhaps I still have them but they have lost their shine in the gaze of over-reaching thoughts that made me look at the world in a complicated way than it really is.
why I can't make it simpler? is this loneliness that wants to disclose itself?
Or the words that want themselves to be freely spoken? is death the final answer but what after that?
Why it is so hard to actualize that it is me,
I went is my loneliness, my thoughts, my dreams.