Nights are longer and it’s getting colder, and the sun’s so timid, or maybe tired of showing everyday… To wish that time runs back, not a rerun, but a backward play mode; like a cassette tape that was being played backward to find the hidden backmasked message, vague but it gets clearer as you try to run it over and over again. As lessons in life pop up like ambient noise, wanting to show you something that you didn’t hear before and the time comes that you’ll say something like “aha!”. Thinking if you can change the course somehow and as a human, selecting funny memories is something that heals the heart… an open heart with an empty soul, waiting to be filled with laughter, digest it with dreams and that would be enough to serve as food for a starving soul.
Miss those days when emptiness is around but thou soul is not hungry. Still strong to survive, and too sharp to see the road even in just an ample of light. It’s always black as night but the rope can’t answer all of those questions… Maybe getting lost somewhere can, and if it happens that you are at the right place, at the right time, and a right cup of coffee, something good will happen…. Though others see it as a horrible place, worst time, and a cup of a bitter mixture of coffee, we can invent a new definition of the word “perfection”.