My days are like autumn feelings,
And my soul is full of this smell,
This cinnamon smell spread all over.
These days I am faded a little,
And the brightness only live in the dark,
I feel often like a ghost,
Like a permeable creature,
By everyone, anyone , by nothing,
A creature without feelings in general.
These days I am ready to explode
To become a solar system.
The night looks so much longer,
And more than ever evil, cruel.
The last days so bizarre,
Seems like an inner force
Got tired of being me,
So it wants to change my whole me,
I don't have the power to object these days.
