DARK SKY

I've always loved the night. I feel less alone by his side. And yet life has left the cities, maybe that's why I love it so much. I've always felt too much in this rambling life. In this incessant buzz. In this permanent breath of life, of pain, of joy, of fatigue. Everything's always going too fast. The day spreads its rays everywhere, and yet it seems to me that they never reach me. Isolated from others, only my sadness is added to the noise. Solitude in the crowd. The crowd has always fought too fast for my heart. It is weak my heart and my soul is lost to scathing auras. A bitter taste extends from the bitumen. And my footsteps resonate, their pale reflection singsing the day. The light is too strong, my soul is bleeding too hard. On each cobblestone I leave a little of my darkness, and the day rejects me more for it.