My howl in the night to the isoled star, don't drive me crazy, everything seems too far. The sky so deep, spread endlessly.
Under the dark clouds, wingless swans in my soul.
'Muddle'
I feel so insane,
Like the lone flame,
I feel so weakly,
Why can't I die quickly?
My torn soul trembles on a wild wind of my mind,
I feel so frozen when I don't know what should I find,
Altough I am losing pieces of myself and can't close eyes to sleep,
I know that someday I will grab the most important thing which I need.
Fot. Kacper Godlewski