Remitting,Remitting,Remitting.
A never ending sound of thousands that pass throughout my day.
A never ending cycle that no man can’t stop
But… possibility are endless.
Million cries upon diverse soul wishing…
To get more clear sky, and let the rayless day weary away.
Feelings of soul pouring speak of hold impressionist of loneliness living in emotional world.
In the end not knowing someone is there... in this inconsistency time.