Sunset
the first and second of November were my days, I can’t say the same for the third. I think, at some point we all break. and there’s beauty in it. (now we’re in February)
Two of the same
On the nights without light
on the nights with;
On the days without light
on the days with;
It will matter!
Just as existence does.
But nothing will change,
nothing ever changes,
nothing will.
kushtrimthaqi 