The stars want to tell me something about you, but i dont want to listen it.
I know that I prefer to be inside of that black called my mind, that in this fucking reality full of shit and lies.
And I am thinking about you and me, some day maybe I will be with you. We'll be together.
But now everything is different, we can be together, and the distance does not a problem for us.
Now i am writing those sad thoughts filled with light that once i get enlightened.
I heard the angels tell me that this is not real, but I heard the devil tell me that i do what you want.
But now I should only listen to you.
I would like to remain in the depths of your black and dark soul, full of what you used to call heart.
