"hell ain't a bad place to be - in fact, it's much warmer than my room at this moment. i bet you won't believe, but hell is a damn sunny place. it smiles back at me and somehow i feel kind.
back to what's possible...
there's this cat, moving like a shadow in a crowded town. when it finally slows down, i try to grab him. i succeed... keeps starin' at me, ya know? does not fuzz, does not scratch... simply keeps silent, fixing its grim eyes at mine. the only choice i have then is to set it free. the cat walks slowly, so its beautiful legs won't be hurt.
back home...
my room is cold. my body wants to sleep, but my head is on - like it should've been all day. i think of cars, of airplanes... the mistakes of my entire past take place in my mind. i feel sorry, my stomach aches, and suddenly all this regrets make me sleep.
back to dreaming, eternal dreaming."
Texto: "Average Day", por Stulich Frids
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