gray days, darkness inside my eyes, clouds cry.
Étiquette : ciel
momentary catatonia
the wind is shaking the cold is bitting, i was hoping you’d take me away with you, where have you gone my little leaves ?
stream of consciousness
as the motion of the ocean sways my soul, the cycle of light blurs the distance, blue waters no longer cry.
delicate hull
over abyssal depths, halo of light, lead the sail.
