Emotions that I feel are real, but I can’t describe them with words properly.
Thoughts that I understand are deep, but I’m unable to describe them with words completely.
Things work in their own way, the same as me: my mind, my impulse, my instinct……
I think I’m a bit tired.
I want to lie on the floor like I have dead already.
I want to blend into the light with the rest of everything.
You are ordinary just like me.
You are my marvellous Muse.
Let me turn off the light.