same feelings shared! have i known you...is all i can think :)
7:46 AM EST
The storm it brews A wicked one, Grey matter above Hides the sun... Yet onwards I sail Lost in thought, Surging ahead But towards what?
Ahead says she Is who I am, Ahead says he The best ones swam; Ahead I reach Only to find Grey matter and storm I left behind... Yet onwards I sail Lost in thought, Surging ahead But towards what?
I take to oars While the broom I seek, Slicing the ocean floor, Timid and meek. With a broom I'd sweep the sky, Stare at the sun Till it hurts my eye. The hurtful sun Is welcome but, In this blinding dark I would not strut. Yet onwards I sail Lost in thought, Surging ahead But towards what?
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Somewhere in translation
Heads tunrning grey
Eyes pushing shut
Silence says it all
Wind blows its last breeze
1:37 PM EST
same feelings shared! have i known you...is all i can think :)
7:46 AM EST