The dead of night happens even during the morning hours.
The body bathes in the ray of sunlight, while everything else is soaking in dripping rain.
The smile greets everybody warmly, while the soul is buried under an indefinite number of ice sheets.
The words are telling a cool and interesting story, while the eyes are seeing through walls, a long distance away.
There are things to forget. There are also things to celebrate.
I just need to fulfil my role. Take care of people, as little or as much as you can. That’s the only redemption that is worth pursuing at this time. One day it will either not matter anymore, or it will matter more than anything else. There is time later for my wishes and needs. Being an adult means prioritising, and sometimes your own person can’t be that priority.
No reason to think too deep about stuff. Too much thinking never helped anyone and it definitely not did wonders for me.
I’ve heard this song accidentally. Is good. That’s all.