Days are blurry
Nights are clear

Conversations seem tiring
Solitude seems exciting

Dreams are like Mirage
Reality seems like a mirrory passage

Words spoken are worthless
Voices in my head are priceless

Being alone seems godly
Being surrounded seems ghastly

Morning light pierces like a splinter
Darkness of the night soothes like a fresh morning dew splatter

Love is merely a meaningless word
Hate touches like a merry holiday card

Hopes burried wishes all burnt
Pitch...