Icarus_Vijdan : You know what? It's actually quite weird, just now you realized, when did you come here? No no, like, when did you enter this building? You remember entering it, you remember clocking in for your job, but you don't remember when. And ever weirder, every time you look out of the window, there's something new outside. Now it's sunny, a moment ago it was raining. Something's wrong here. Time.. Time feels weird here, in this building. You can feel it passing, but you can't think of the days, they muddle together like clay. Yesterday.. was there a yesterday? Tomorrow.. is tomorrow still a thing? What is wrong with this building?
Icarus_Vijdan : You don't remember the last time you felt thirsty or hungry. You can't remember the last time you ever saw a sunrise or a sunset. The clock went on, but the sky never changed. No stars, no moon, only darkness, spanning on and on into what seemed to be infinity. When did you get on this road? You don't remember when, or why, all that you remember is that you've been on this road for a long time. Your headlights didn't mean anything here, they only revealed stretches of the same road, road signs that meant nothing and more darkness. However, from time to time, from the corner of you eye you can see something staring back from the darkness. Some looked human, some tried to look human, and some didn't even try to look human. You continued onwards through the darkness, never once looking back to see if they looked straight at you or it was just your imagination.
Icarus_Vijdan : I like my quiet with coffee, my contemplation alone- trying not to consider the words too closely , so as not to lose evolutions, of outcome ... there is much to be said for winging it, throwing bones of divination- a thousand altered things, taking flight, to parts unknown!
Icarus_Vijdan : I am not the only one! I see the sun at a par on the edge of the sky, slowly saying goodbye to the day it shone upon its light, taking a few more glimpse of the rose coloured sky just before it dips down in another hemisphere and from another horizon the moon is taking over the rosiness of the sky, making it easy to forget the sun, and just fall in love with the darkeness it brings along with it. Moon isn't very proud of it, but it can't come without it. It beholds its beauty in the color of the night. And only the deep dark nights can make its scars disappear. Everyone is jealous of moon, everyone, the trees, the sun, the wind, but sky, oh my, the way sky changes its color for the moon is the impeccable love one can ever long for, one can ever thrive for, one can ever lust for. From the pinkish roses to the dark black coloured cloud it becomes to just see the one mere look of the moon so it can finally sleep sound and let the sun take over him and paint it all blue. It never was the story of sun and moon, its the love of the sky which holds the two most paranoid stars under one blanket. Tell me I'm dreaming the smile on the sky's lips, and maybe also the blush on moon, but honey I am not the only one.