Not even the time knows where it is running to.
Thus it will always be the last step at the very end.
Like a star which collide into itself,
like a lover who collide into reality of separation,
like a different forms of pain which have been engraved
in the transience of an existence.
We are walking among the silenced shadows,
among the missing pieces of a huiman being.
Does it even worth it?
Void of nothingness,
lack of life,
waste made by gods...
Have you ever tried?
We are just someones decision as a lack of originality.

nihilist talks

the mawkish haze of a summer morning melted down our beings at the threshold of night.
a nostalgic smell has fallen on our eyelids, it wets our ground.
parts of the world are swarming above the horizon, the heat will kill us one day.
sheer weight of the night has been lost inside the frenzy of dawn,
when city is dying as well and yesterdays´ sins were buried under the spirit and contemptuous oblivion.
and I am still drowning in your tearful eyesight.
and for a little moment we both thought we could dream together.

everything comes to an end

m83 - my tears are becoming a sea

I write for those who can’t sleep.
I don’t pretend I’m okay.
You don’t have to either.
This isn’t regular music.
It’s not for everyone.
But if you feel it –
you’re not alone, my friend.

everything comes to an end

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