gray days, darkness inside my eyes, clouds cry.
Étiquette : atlantique
lost in confusion
facing that world full of nothing, my disrupted mind keeps wondering, what’s the explanation ?
far from here
from time to time i find myself looking westward, thinking about what i have left behind, the sorrow of passion still stab my heart.
betwixt and between
floating away in my thoughts, i find myself flying, upon the virgin lands.
