"It's Tuesday... Another hot day, sun still burning on my back, drums shaking the room...
Though the day is close, afternoons are longing more than they used to. Maybe it's due to my will for the night to come along, covering all with its black cloak, as dark as if the light had never existed, despite of those thousands of shiny whitey little points, radiant through the darkness...
Though the day is close, afternoons are longing more than they used to. Maybe it's due to my will for the night to come along, covering all with its black cloak, as dark as if the light had never existed, despite of those thousands of shiny whitey little points, radiant through the darkness...
The passion for the night has longed so much, but lately it's not been the night itself who has attracted my attention.
Night brings with it a whole bunch of sensations, aromas, shining lights, an aura of what's new and good that please me so much there are no words to describe...
I like that dazing sensation brought by it, felling lazy and slightly happy, having a smile upon my face without apparent reason...
Next week seem to be really exciting, and in consequence it seems it will take a long time to pass..."
-> Listening to: Sonata Arctica - My dream's but a drop of fuel to a nightmare
-> Feeling like: eager
-> Thinking: "omg i hate this heat of afternoons in my bedroom"
Night brings with it a whole bunch of sensations, aromas, shining lights, an aura of what's new and good that please me so much there are no words to describe...
I like that dazing sensation brought by it, felling lazy and slightly happy, having a smile upon my face without apparent reason...
Next week seem to be really exciting, and in consequence it seems it will take a long time to pass..."
-> Listening to: Sonata Arctica - My dream's but a drop of fuel to a nightmare
-> Feeling like: eager
-> Thinking: "omg i hate this heat of afternoons in my bedroom"
