My dreams are growing inside a lake, filled with this melancholy that is a tribute to my happiness. Despair for the non-recurring happiness much wanted has been invisible for a while now. The uncertainty of life spins in dark colours. The reflection of the clouds above is too light, to a point where it can't be seen. Just a heavy sky and some dreams, hovering, pacing, dying. In hope that you would understand someday, the cause covered behind the charcoal inked water screaming in my mind.
-A.M.










