It's midnight and it's holidays.
It should be holidays.
During the night, many things are clearer and many things are fading.
So do the feelings.
There are certainly something in this dark time. That push. That dig things up.
But in the same time I am so empty, while time is flowing.
It could be loneliness, or not.
It could be nothing, or not.
It could be
It could be
It could
It co
It
I
.
This is so wrong.
