Better

Wake up sober and still a stranger unknown more than ever, happier and cleverer. Feel the mirror licking my lips, enjoy the presence of disturbing sounds like whispers of glass.
Walking for joy, appreciate the floor for. Only nothing has changed and still noticed in a run of every day. I was me, and me i am. Difference obscure, excited like limited. Visions are clearer,
indifference unclearer. So full of hope and pinched the arm, had to put colors into the room just to know where you are. Not far from the dream i created, a few flaws were not but genius.