listening to dark tranquility and working like a machine right now,
We carry our fear inside,
A space that holds the darkness,
We stretch our skin around,
To cover the Abyss
And I didn’t know I had this much mojo anymore, I couldn’t believe it when running the route, because my whole body felt rusted, every movement was provoking a resigned protest from this body I’m in
It’s not the one I would’ve chosen, but it is mine
And the sun did me some good, like an exorcism with this running around getting nowhere, it’s supposed to feel this way
But the curse has lifted
And with this sun shining down on me, I enter into the week end