Did I came too far, that it didn’t seems possible to ever go a little back in time?
How long will the night stay?
Or is it day which feels so darker?
It feels much harder to move forward then I thought, every step is making me go back to the time I lost
Even writing is getting a bit difficult :
Will it reach people?
Will it get appreciated?
Will it make sense to anyone?
The little world in my heart is turning grey day be day,
It feels a little heavier when I think about something bright
Where I am heading to?
What will be my destination?
It is too hard to even think about these things.
Another star 