Nothing is the same as before, Not even the sunsets, Not even you, Not even me, Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

The night leaves me, Blank, Like the sky, Of this strange city, Without, A single shining star, Or sleep to shut down, Mind, That...

As a kid I used to think, That there might be a world, Where there would be an actual factory, That makes clouds, White as snow, And...