I dreamt of night, and when i woke day had left me behind. Instead of keeping yesterday, I was given today.
So I woke at night. At first I thought someone was playing a trick on me. Spite. Back and forth.
Back and forth.
I kept counting walls and stars.
I dreamt of night, and when i woke day had not been so gentle to crop up. I felt alone and Spite had been eager. Spite had been eager for me.
I woke at night. I slowly forgot about yesterday. But i didnt care anymore. Spite.
Walls and stars. Walls and stars.
I dreamt. I dreamt of tonight. Day.
Spite goes back and forth and is eager for the stars on my walls.
The night before tonight.
Forth stars back my walls!
I woke and day was beautiful. Day was too gentle to be night. The wind blew night away and i awoke with the first ray of light. There are no stars. No walls. In spite of everything nothing is missing.
Yesterday was beautiful and I didnt spite anymore.
To cut of ones nose to spite ones face.
Day was beautiful.