I don’t know what to write. How about tonight? Or the stars and the moonlight? What if I sing the song of melancholy, pain and death? How about the beauty of nature; the sunrise, the sunset and the soulful walks on the seaside? Of the lands unvisited, the gushing rivers and the happiness that lies within. An impromptu ballad in the honor of love; that definitely isn’t that great.
I wish I could orchestrate an opera of my thoughts. Oh, How colorful and musical will it be! A sweet nightmare, I see! Is that even possible? Nah! I let the lands of dinosaurs and witches find a qualm and the question if Hitler choose peace, unaccounted in my mind’s palace for everyone’s sanity!