Think about it, there must be a higher love. Without it, life is a wasted time.
Things look so bad everywhere. Nothing is fair in this world.
But where is this higher love I've been thinking of?
As the world is turning, we are just hanging on. Waiting for anything. Everything.
Because right now, and right here I just want someone to share endless conversations whilst smoking loads of cigarettes, until dawn breaks through the black sky. Just living in that moment, when only our voices, our laughter and the smoke from our cigarettes is everything that exists.
Not caring about anything. The music that breaks the silent surroundings, means something.
Even though nothing lasts; cigarettes burn out, coffee cools, people leave, songs end; just enjoy it for the moment. For the night. Live.
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