About 3 minutes of my life. What to write about? Well, its 1:43 am, I'm lying on a couch, everybody is sleeping, lights are on, I glance at a black bag, there is a photo of a man, the photo seems to be effected by black & white. Some music coming from one of the open doors of the rooms, it seems that someone is awake. I wonder if tomorrow is coming, I wonder how the moon looks now.. My eyes are burning, but I keep writing this, holding my Phone to face my eyes hardly. I look toward the ceiling, my hands gets weak & A sound coming from one of the rooms again..this time it's a football match.