I went there to see the past, its ornaments, its oh!s and ah!s I saw my soul instead, its darkness in search of light, I saw a path and shadows, and a road that does not stop.
smiling too much it is the thought that counts grounding the ideal we will say things too many behind closed doors (and the sun continues)
because it was night time but it was also blue
because it was dark but there was also some light
because the road was long, but fabulous at the end of it