Its calling’s getting closer like the clouds that hide my planet with the unknown. You’re my first and the last star that illuminates me stride boundly the path I predetermined myself. You’re the first messenger of night that fills the empty space in my body entirely like in an abandoned sentiment devoted to a tree odour, which urges me to watch things others could merely dream of. Stay the same you forever are now, and even though we’ve been succumbed to nothingness for so long, thus our decline’s becoming worse; thee’ll stay an everlasting unattainable target of mine. Life is a neverending dream and one can solely await the coming of his surface dispatch. Then he will decease ... and keeps waiting until another poor life enters again ???