It was pitch black, It was like staring into a void made full of stars, The trees swayed from side to side, You could hear the train passing by Then there was a star Gone in a flick of a second Was the world accepting wishes? Or just burning down bridges? You could hear the TV in the living room Sound of the coffee machine Sweeping of the broom The day started Forgetting the wish Would you care about this desire? When it was finished?
Again.
Eunoia 