City of Blinding Lights

Alone again
lonely feeling
only faithful pen and night to salvage
forget not the silent inspiration
confusing of things
yet confusing the confused
rather blind on flowers
and beauty of meadows
never do every objects come with shadows?
oh evil darkness
speaks of mass
nothing or everything
forever is not a choice
i feel its the only choice
a traveling wind
a gush of cold air
blinding with vivid thoughts
Vienna and loads
sun in the morning goes through her.

*8eight-losing love, i sing a song
Beautiful Bruneian ladies in a talent show.