Feel the night
and let the stars embrace your sense,
a moment of return,
so i walk on
and struggle through these fields
of my own incapacity,
until i learn to live with insecurity
read my mistakes
A life of breaks
of cuts and of despair
a life of never ending stories
i’ll be aware if my world caves in
Sacred times,
as everything was out of conversation
out of doubt and out of fear,
in hope to find my own peace,
my own way
Transitory