That there is the moon to illuminate the darkness
or present so dense to hide the shadows
the night is my friend.
my only companion.
are a chronic and incurable night owl.
the road calls me often to live it fully.
not that this does not happen in my four walls.
the night is painted for me.
muse
damn tempting, brings with it opportunities.
of life. Smoke intrusive.
not even dream to join us.
me and her.
rocks me and hurt me.
I sometimes recommend other ditching me.
but it is my habitat. my lifestyle.
colors that conceal, cover and hide.
bass and repetitive
tango
awaken my attention so that it can not distract me at the dawn of a new day.
Goodnight.
0 comments:
Post a Comment