that are really the light ones...
I feel in myself
how this world is fading away
into this colourlessness
that I don't understand
It doesn't really mean
that much to me
the small grey days
have become a habit
I chop my environment
in stone...
It's been a long time
since I came here
This world is strange
My first memory;
I had small nice crayons
and I drew a lot more
than I do now...
-But I found
in this place;
It's the dark times
that are really the light ones
I learned to forget
and to ignore myself...
It doesn't really mean
that much to me
I never wished to stay
It just became a habit
I shape my life
after my sleep...
It's been a long time
since I came here
This world is strange
My last memory;
I got myself some new nice crayons
I really wanted to draw a lot more
than I had ever done before...