Restless night. Shadows risen. The world consumed into nothingness.
And I? I sink into the divine symmetry of an old song… an eternal loop of unhinged memoirs.
Lost amidst the crimson emptiness of my room.
Loneliness… A tax we have to pay for a certain complexity of mind. For holding to a sincere, ambitious view of what companionship must-and-could-be.
«Was it too high a price to pay?» I ask the breathing walls.
But they don’t answer back.