There’s always a beautiful moon that hang up high in the dark scary night,
if u dare to come out n sing the gratitude..
and knowing the sun will be shown warmly by the matter of time is the reas0n i’m willing to stand..
it’s worth to wait, because i believe..
and you, will always be the m0on that blessing my night of fear, n sunshine i’m wishing to rise..
Fresh air to breath, clear water to bathe …
In the head full ghost, i found nothing but the blue..
and in the very begining of delusion, wondrously inviting us to the grave n pain that hideously c0me at the last m0ment i see the world sanely…
i geuss it’s how tomorrow’s d0ne