there is no streets around i can fly over, no wind that takes the breath away and plays with it, no horizon to gaze upon…or am i simply blind?
either way life is too good to be true, through wrestling with it and fighting with luck, i manage to love it within that single moment that brightens up the streets i can’t see. because in this darkness, i don’t see love and i don’t feel it. people who belong in my heart no longer excite me, impress me, bother me. that’s why i look for something i don’t know, because i am lost in this darkness, surrounded by the noisy reality 