in this pause, we collect ourselves again.
looking for a change but I can’t change.
everything about us seems like a fever dream.
The dark arrives with a sweep of his cape.
From long hair to bob, the times keep on changing.
heaven isn’t a paradise. it’s familiarity and happiness.
I follow the starlight in the sky.
As the crowd writhes during the contortions of time, only one person remains still.
The clock’s hands arrive at 00:00.