Night is beautiful and Day is jealous of it. I spoke with a butterfly, who tattooed the air with her colours. I love to dream while awake to see everything writing this piece.
The wall have ears, so I talk to them.
Fishes can sing so I danced with them.
I sleep while awake, my eyes don’t blink.
So don’t tell me I am late for the show, while I am the show.
I imagine what you think is going on in my head…