You know what?
That everything passes, nothing remains the
same. I have the paradoxical feeling that days
pass faster than hours. Everything passes.
Year is spent, people pass by, spend the hours
of those feelings that makes you happy or sad.
And while everything passes, you are there,
firm, but pulled by the inhuman human. You
just want to be saved, and you will be, I swear.
Because while everyone changes,
you remain pure and equal.