Simple

It's simple, we have to simplify the method, the way we look through the real things ... cause we never know, it might be just a dream.

Music is the BSO of this evanescence, the meaning reason of this everything, the melody of anything.

Written words of each day, ghost thoughts that reminds the whole days passing. Alive in a world of lacks dressed in lights that take part each night. Now I can see, there are no lights without shadows, or, maybe the lights are the reason of shadows.

Craving of addictive nosense things that never make sense but make everything being consistent theirselves.

It's cold outside, even if it's our fave weather we don't have remedy. We always wish what we don't have. That's the point baby, we don't deserve nothing because we have it and we don't want it.

Dreaming for free with what we used to have, missing what we never had.