A text from the car-ride when I was thinking about you.

When I look at the sky I hope to see your face.

The face of a lost soul.

But it is bright and the sin shines, and you were the darkness in the night.

I look at the sky at night hoping to see your face.

But all the stars shines so bright that your dark soul is nowhere to be found.

And now i know why.

I need to stop searching for an unrecognizable face.