It's so quiet.
I know something's unstable inside of me
I know that if I stare at the moon
the pure air breathed in will smell
like something terrible is going to happen.
Could I stop thinking of her in moments like this?
(Yes)
I don't think of her that much.
The penciled man in the drawing is fading.
he doesn't belong there anymore
his clouds are moving East so he will alone soon.