This sunny second in the late afternoon. December has a nice closely gloom. The clock's ticking while the wind keeps blowing. It's four to five. The warm fills the room.
doors lit up bright. others delight. drift of to another white. why are you out of sight. . knew you would leave. your goal is more important than my grief.
Feel the need to wonder inside. Fulfill your basic needs deep inside. We wander by the lake of tears. And smell the odor of our fear inside, deep inside.