Not only God has recipes for making feelings

The night went to bed

I’m locking you in the closet of my dreams
On the shelf beside the memories
I’m placing you gently
For it’s time to say goodbye

A whisper on the bank of wind
Not only God has recipes for making feelings

I know the secrets of the sadness
It likes to feed on hollow moments
Just like bread crumbs
They never go away

I also know the music of a smile

(everybody know how to teach me sadness, not many show me how to smile)