Reaching out for the days that passed by. Hold another breath beneath the endless sky. Watch the sunrise as it sets the roofs on fire, and feel the coldness and freshness that the loud dark-blue ocean waves make while an old boat is rocking near the cold and sharp rocks.
And only one thought on my mind.
And only one thought on my mind.
How soon is now?
Is there a way to see the present without touching the unforgettable past and without killing the chance of unpredictable future?