17:56

lied down
the soft light
but dark
as if it is a scene from a slow movie
the set of the sun
but shining
the volume of it descends more and more
until the moon rises
until the night howls
the little things' radiance on the observe
the last notes of the bass on the music in my ears
I can't live here anymore
but at this time and hour it is kind
inside my head there is much beyond the chaos
the siren in the next song
heaviness coming together
artificial lights anounce the last minutes of the natural ones
no burden no ashes no war
we all wish it could just be
the thin line but stick
the mirrored image of the deep almost dark blue
deliver us eleven hours of another's
demise and rise
the shape of my shadow on the wall
for this end, I am all but only this
another stain, another day is done.
the earth is dry
we are sweating out our work to carry on with the
uniqueness so imitate far or near
haunted by the ghosts on bodies around
we buried, we carried, we dread,
we breathe some kind of soft angle of being alive.