The River that takes the Light, takes the life.
One day, as I was walking by, i thought i saw a black bird on my shoulder.
As I set on a bench nearby it whispered in my head: " I think you're standing in blackness, blinded by the wish of wanting to be."
When I opened my mouth to answer, the little black bird had disapeared.
What am I going to do?
I'll watch the sun...