The air was thick, heavily clouded with uncertainty.

I am the vase Collecting dust

This is a wish.... hope some magic works

The clock stands like a tyrant, On the walls of my home,

I never learn from my mistakes, do I? Did I have to clamber into that bus?

It remains, Right there in your throat

I am purple, blue , green, yellow Red, black ,white...

The greens form irregular patterns over the road, The bright yellow illuminations break all frontiers,

My head sank into the clouds of my pillow, pulling the shutter of my eyes down.