It was the contrast with the warm sun felt outside the window.
One day, one room.
And how could I appreciate the room we were today?
Never thought so much in that shadow of white, in that cold, cold room.
All minutes were slowly felt and, as the truth came out, knives made of words remembered we we there and still alive.
Some moments will last forever with my breath, others were just gone with the wind.
Nothing will ever be the same.
And the future is not bright once again.
One day, one room.
May all our fears disappear with the wind that is coming and may all truth stay and be heard by the world that is still asleep.
