This is the time for doubts and distrust. This is the time when I can’t make my self understood. I should’nt despise so much, I should’nt devalue so much, but in teh current state of things, it’s hard for me to shake the desease. This is the time when I can’t read through any book. This is the time when I drink toomuch instant coffee, I should be delighted and happier that now, but in the current state of things, it’s hard for me to shake the desease. smothering the beat that complicates my calm, unlearning the lessons that deflected my mind. The effort could be vain,it’s unfair if it’s vain. I can taste your pain in my troath. I can feel your warmth on my eye lids. May be I’m starting to cry. All I want is crying now. This is the day when all conjectures are wrong. This is the black day when nothing concerns me at all, I should be more true and I should be honest, I wish I couldtell the truth,once in a while, at least. looking for the music that will clean my heart, waiting forthe feelings that will put me in your arms, The effort could be vain,it’s unfair if it’s vain.