Sometimes my silence seems to break the noise. Sometimes my voice seems to crash and burn when I silently close my mouth. I won’t close my eyes, whether there is shadow or light. I won’t now that I know that my perfect monument thinks of me as well.
It’s bigger, it’s better, it’s BtIGoF V.2.0.
Again, I don’t get tired, thank you. So much.
Soundtrack: Tired of me (Jesu).