exit light, enter night!

the perfect recipe for writing, at least for me, is a deadly melancholic mix of bitter earl grey tea and a drag on the menthol stick (i made a pack last 5 days – a new record). i want to call this one sunset morning. i wrote it while taking a fag at the window looking out at the pitch black sky and wondered how it would be like if i woke up tomorrow and it was just like this. no amber, no blue, no pink cotton candy clouds. just pitch black darkness.

i wonder if anyone out there is also sometimes struck with crazy random thoughts. or is it just me?

sunset mornings
where the day is night
for the days that just don’t really start out right
trapped in cages
the different stages
of seeking wisdom
in this sunset morning
where it never breaks to dawn

it isn’t just one thing
but an endless train of thoughts of many things
there isn’t a destination
just an endless ride
from station to station

it’s a free ticket
that no one’s gonna pick up
no one really want to take this ride
it’s a endless circle
you can’t get it off, people
when you’re all trapped inside
no doors, no windows
no time clocks watches
in this sunset morning
when the night just happens in the day