You can’t bring dead things back to life
it doesn’t matter how much you try
All the joy, sadness, awkwardness and everything else
Every moment
From the best one to the worst
Gone
And you’re still there weeping for something that doesn’t exist anymore

The church bell is ringing, I have this strange feeling to go to church?
Im sitting near the balcony,
witnessing the fall of dusk in this god forsaken city
More and more lights go on, turning peoples lifes into a fools paradise
Traffic? Like always, filling every ******* space.
Thats it back to my routine.