"the sun is not so bright nor my table lamp
the moon is brighter, i guess
but do i have to wait for the night?
just to see all sorts of light?"
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....
A Naive Story Of An Uncertain Life
"the sun is not so bright nor my table lamp
the moon is brighter, i guess
but do i have to wait for the night?
just to see all sorts of light?"
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