The wind is blowing and it is slightly cool.
Blow into the small castle.
The lonely sky is speechless.
Because it is profound.
The lost wind is silent.
Because there is no intention.
The mood festered all over the place.
Evaporates in sunlight.
Ether.
Ethereal.
Free.
Cyan ether.
Spread.
Keep your fantasy locked away.
Freedom is just a show.
So true that I don't even want to think about it.
Sink.
No more waking up.
Too tired.