Autumn

(claude s.) Nothing really matters, we all turn To dust, you know that? nothing is Forever, everything will end in Silence... Nothing has a reason until it's Defined by us, and nothing is elusive As long as you have the will to Look... To give way to the new, to take away The farkness of our hearts, Replace the things that hurt... To create...something... Nothing...nothing becomes something... Nothing...nothing becomes something...