Author: The Wanderer

Morning

My toughts, my heart, my soul.. it all stops for a second.
Looks like everithing has changed.
Even I can’t see outside, I can feel it.
It’s almost morning.

Like a bird, that knows the Sun is about to come out.
Like the wind, that knows when to blow from the Sea.
Something calls me.
It’s time to go home.

What is happening?
It’s just so confusing feelings that I can not even…
It’s the bittersweat sunshine.
It’s morning, after all.

Good night.