i will weave my way to a new journey into the beautiful sun into the eyes of the storm let yesteryear be let the track of my tears dry and let me smile for a while.
it feels like heaven and hell merging it feels like inhaling water instead of air it feels like everything and nothing at the same time it feels like pain without a cut or bruises it feels like the sun is cold it feels like the time has stopped it feels like storm during peace it feels like an empty heart that pierce it feels like bleeding tears it feels like crying blood it feels like winter during summer it feels like the cloud nd the sky hate each other it feels like your soul dividing into pieces it feels like melancholy and rhapsody together it feels like holding the air it feels like having breakfast during dinner it feels like cursing the saint it feels like a muted primadona it feels like tomorrow is yesterday.