At 4 o'clock, I think about nothing but my invisible worries. Wondering, what exactly will happen to me in the future. At 4 o'clock, I can hear the time ticking, making me seconds older. I can't hear anything except my thoughts and worries, loud and clear in my head. At 4 o'clock, I started to write anything that comes into my mind. Often, I write about something that makes me happy cause I want to read it over and over again, when my happiness started to fade away.
"Under the moonlight I pick up my shattered self."
