I think about myself and my thoughts alone at night.

Only my imagination is it.
My life was cut off in a dark house by cutting pieces of paper. You have gone, you do not go into the abyss of dormant flowers in the book. My world keeps me in the big place, but sometimes I think death is not the best? I'm waiting for you . Not in the dark black, the dark memories play all, there is only solitude, I am alone in solitude. Just once, just ignore the eyes, see the light on the way. You will come back again, hopefully in the chest.

Some old songs, some old photo albums are all my companions. The birds are in the morning when the sun rises in the house, moving away from the black screen. My soul wants to mix in dust, but you need to exist here in the need of existence. I am waiting for you.