Intermission

I feel exhausted. This world exhausts me.
I'm hiding behind a curtain painted with the wrong colours and I'm so tired of the "should have been(s)" that never were.

Nothing matters anyway, does it?

The clock is ticking and no time really goes by in this black and white movie - static, frozen.
A rigid script that you think you can change without knowing how wrong you are!

I have to give up pretending some day. Just not today...