Tomiro's Diary : Wednesday 67:th of Maybe 2050
You finally get a really good night, after thousand days of struggling loneliness. This hard day's night is multiplied like ordinary life. Millions of maybes got shaped into a definitive, clear chord. Soaring through skies, sailing like a space ship, your dream became ready to land in reality. The world had shown endless nonchalance. Especially when you tried to express your love - no one gave anything in return. You believed Law of Love was opposite to what they say. We know it just takes time. Eighty and thirty years ago, such chords was recorded on black plastic wheels, into white.
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Publicerad 2020-05-13 21:53