(082) the heart of an empty sky with no decision

the face of desperation / the face of shame and unmasked humility

the heart of an empty sky with no decision / indecision, wrapped up in remorse

the sound of silence without change; without difference / placed in liquidation

sooner or later we will end up on the same cloud, and i will fall in love with your imperfections

for in those imperfections alone, i can see why the grass grows and why it dies

and you will see too

indisposable. and they say "the end is nearing."