fear of the verse sometimesIt is like you activate a diverThat goes to the deepest cavesWhat I have drownedMutilatedMutedIn the course of timeWhat if the current is too muchAnd divingI can not find my way back.

Sometimes I wonder where the sun goes when it's down.Its own little space.With all the things it loves. Sunshine rays and sunny days.The moon comes up and that's where it stays.The sunscape is always neat. Always clean and tidy.It actually has...