over and over again
I don't know what you go through, but I try to imagine you're reading these lines while you sip something, as you like it. ⋯ I don't know if you're happy or not, but I can suspect. Not because I have special powers but of the signs you sent. ⋯ I don't know if you smile to yourself or you check some playlists, but I can assume you're in a search for a mood. ⋯ I don't know if you crave some chocolate or you want to walk on dreams' route, while you're sandwiched with your owns. ⋯ I don't know if love's spirit booze took you making you imagine we're together, while the beams of the stars touch us alike. I know nothing, except that each morning we rouse and go through this circus of time, over and over again, facing it nonchalantly.
