midnight blues

Because you didn't want to see me anymore, it's not okay, because it doesn't offer a friendly conjecture. Reason for which I have to figure out why.⟮…‽⟯

Could this be a trigger for you to want to see me no more sad, frustrated, or complaining myself in an equal and contagious frequency about pains created by a headache or fake loyalty of people that are pretending to be something they are not.⟮…‽⟯

Or could this be an indicative that you don't want to see me anymore agonizing too easily because of others' sufferance.⟮…‽⟯

As you see, deep down on my mind are planted some questions which are patiently waiting to bloom for spreading the scent of a right answer.

Furthermore, maybe it's because you think too much about me, even when you really don't want to feel me in your subconscious any longer, could be another cause…⟮…‽⟯ I can't stop wondering myself.

However. No matter what you're looking for, or asking for, no matter what you want, the answer waits inside you.

With me through me, at this present moment, slides softly a heartbreaking melody, brilliant and sweet and acid at the same time.

It's a midnight blues that could define someone's mood. But whose could be…⟮…‽⟯, (everybody's worried but frankly, nobody cares anymore).