...and it gave me this.

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

Believe it or not, it may happen...

Suddenly.

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

A long walk in order to reach our dreams.

Self-alienated sounds at night.

...in order to.......?

Getting rid of some useless layers is a good thing to do. Even with the use of this rare word.

Nothing but some dark piece of sound.

Hyper simple stuff in the night.

The oniric gate has opened.

Always leaving..

...with light emerging among the old branches, and staring at the nought.

A tale of your choice.

Feeling.

Some days falls gently.

Shinning emptyness of missing.

Inner darkness.

Unreachable spaces.