Sitting by the window, looking out but nothing can be seen except the black blanket of darkness Up in the sky, few stray stars which seem to have lost their way back home, like me, who has Lost the route and everything
Looking through the window wondering what I am searching for, and remembering to forget the remembrance of agony... There was a time and there was light which brightened up life and made everything smile with a positive assurance and there were stars too smiling and blinking their eyes at a shy moon who was trying to hide away...
Waiting near the window for the Dark to spread its wings and engulf everything around and dissolve me in its deep labyrinth.`
