Fading
2011-09-20 @ 12:45:09
Morning mist
The breath of crows
The chime of clocks
They tick and tick.
Withdraw
to some point
not even a place
not even a space
I just feel the wind
on my weary face.
The breath of crows
The chime of clocks
They tick and tick.
Withdraw
to some point
not even a place
not even a space
I just feel the wind
on my weary face.