Summer, I painted. A scene. That lit the stars for me. Said, "I can erase it. For you, dear". That summer created. Those words. That came to life in three.
Summer, I painted. A scene. That lit the stars for me. Said, "I can erase it. For you, dear". That summer created. Those words. That came to life in three.
Well, I've been dreaming. I've been dreaming, I was lucid. Blood was seeping, it was seeping from my pores. Who'd believe that it was all my own decision?.
To the wounded. I have seen the self image. They've forced you to reduce to shattered glass. The only remaining value lying in it's jagged edges. . But the few who are waking for.