Grown ass children of the world: Forgive your parents for they did not always know what they were doing; find new mothers and fathers in different places.
These days are not meant for lipstick and today my face is clean.
Routine is a serial killer.
I lost the weight of the world on my shoulders but even in despair I care, and caring is my cursed.
Tomorrow it will all be forgotten; new mothers and fathers will be born to wear these suits tailored for them, and I will be fog in a cold morning.