wading in the dark disheartened and alone, my weary soul is wounded & my static body is a void, all beliefs have left with the ebb.
Étiquette : nuages
mourning rain
gray days, darkness inside my eyes, clouds cry.
miles away
i have always wonder about deserted roads, if no one follow them, does it mean they lead to nowhere ?
own reality
it’s not what you’ll display, it’s how you will express, the hidden part of you.
stream of light
along the road of hope, unstable clouds arise, i’m drifting in a serene world.
