Who needs blood running through your veins when you have a never-ending stream of tears that stain your face?
Why wish your heart to keep beating when nobody seems to understand its silent rhythm and the beautiful way it breathes?
How do words hurt you when they are just black and white while you are the one that’s living and made up of a castle of bones?
What would it be like to have another life full of colour, patterns and song instead of scarred stars and cancellations on skin?
When will it be Dusk and Dawn can finally end to be reborn again?