Nothing else

And there's nothing else to say until the sun is down, until the streets are fading out in the moonlight darkness. There are no words, no lights, no speechless voices among our bodies, no feeling among our souls... it's just something that has no meaning , it's just like an enigma with no clues or signs ... there's a new feeling of something old, covered with dust, forgotten somewere we don't know ... and we get lost in our deeply sour dreams trying to reach perfection by adding imperfection , combining plus with minus , adding sweetness in our worst memories and trying to make them better. We don't know were we are, or what we do, we're just in the pursuit of happiness , even though we don't actually know what happiness is.

We're trying to get laid on the top of our dreams, to feel them strongly, to catch them in our souls, putting them in our secret corner. But sometimes it feels unreal, it feels odd, it feels like all we do is insane, has no clear end... and we just put holes in our constant happiness, playing with our lifes in the most chaotic way, bringing sandness beyond the corners and faking happiness with a childish smile. But we do think deeply, we do think of us, we do think that everything has a meaning, has a voice , a purpose. So , we keep fighting beyond our black memories, fighting for our dreams, searching the future and living the present with ceaseless look behind all that happens...