today is a Gray day, a Gray day without a shine in the daylight nor the night is not clear enough to get a glimpse of the moon night of the beautiful star lite night it seems to never end like space, time is running long then short and then long again but with an empty beating heart that sounds like a the tikinge clocks that never end nor rests until the time is up of the clocks that ceased to be slow when you expect, be unexpect it will go faster than the speed of light. But never the less my dusty heart is nothing but sand and more dust inside and out until it's been dusted off with love. It seems to never came to forward yet.