In the dark valley where thoughts fly around like shades where the sun never reached barely brushed off by the light of the grimace of my face.
Barely in the valley, it longs for addictive loneliness. Once tasted the taste asks for more, unfulfilling. Swift dark whispers complain that no attention is given in this darkness.
No need for more burning the candle
What a waste
Hope for mountains to move away from the sun once more but for now let's enjoy the light striking out from the mountains of danger and sorrow.
What a waste of a day till tomorrow
