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

Always leaving..

The oniric gate has opened.

Hyper simple stuff in the night.

Nothing but some dark piece of sound.

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

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

Self-alienated sounds at night.

A long walk in order to reach our dreams.

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