Feeling.

Some days falls gently.

Inner darkness.

Shinning emptyness of missing.

Unreachable spaces.

A long walk in order to reach our dreams.

Believe it or not, it may happen...

But the wind doesn't last forever.. and then we're all alone watching the leaves as they fall for a last time.

The inner layers encaged and squirming. The layers beneath, beyond any obviousness.

Self-alienated sounds at night.