It is like when you have a new home. You can make it on your own. You choose what things to put in it.
You hang some pictures, but maybe you don't like them enough, so you decide to change them.
You pick up what music to listen, the kind of light that you prefer.
You pick up what music to listen, the kind of light that you prefer.
What things you'll show, and the most important of all: what things you will hide.
Everything depends on you when the room is empty.
*without even knowing, you are painting everything with the sounds of your soul.
**this weird nighty world was waiting for you
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the room is empty without you
i'm hidden in one of the corners, waving my hand and saying to you: "Welcome to this blog world!!"
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