I wrote my message
Early in the morning
Exactly half past one
At the other time he fell asleep miserably
I sit in my chair; My favorite
Then I pointed at the picture
Photos are worn and dusty
I closed the door of my heart for that moment
Until I freeze
When the axes are buried
When we first met
Until it becomes opium heroin
Our steps are different, right?
We are stuck on the door of a strong time
Hoping to disappear randomly
But the happiness that was created was unfortunate
For you a past
I longed to be tortured by light
The point has been this story of spice
The Universe is tired of the secret message
-Acedia & Arunika
Illusion Room
