Looking out the window, resting my legs on the chair, I think.
The beginning, the sun, the adventure, the exuberance.
The end, the darkness, the monotony, the emptiness.
Now the beast that lives inside me has left.
The tears, the metamorphosis, the distress, the pain.
I’m looking out the window, and soon I’ll be sinking in your arms again.
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