my soul is moist.
drenched
Category: wasteland
take me home
far, far away.
turn around
bright eyes…
city of blinding lights.
some where out there.
PLAN B
what is left to do?
a whiter shade of pale
“you and i must make a pact, we must bring salvation back”
a narrow passage.
never a more perfect moment than now.
dreamer’s disease.
shall we keep on dancing?
summer spell
the world only cares for itself.
strewn across the roadside…
maybe far away or real nearby
life, happens. 