“I’m staying alone in the darkness… waiting for tomorrow to bring something new, but the spirit is getting tired with endlessly desiring the same thing, and the cycle perpetuates… like a slow death, because I know that tomorrow nothing is going to happen.”
“I’m staying alone in the darkness… waiting for tomorrow to bring something new, but the spirit is getting tired with endlessly desiring the same thing, and the cycle perpetuates… like a slow death, because I know that tomorrow nothing is going to happen.”
