a cool breeze blows me down
my skin flakes like aging parchment
my eyelids creak as if they are rusting hinges
vision is fading
hearing becomes distant
a cool fog surrounds my being
i cannot penetrate
i cannot escape
About Me
- speakseasy
- Little Rock, Arkansas
I would like to feel one with nature some day, to float up into the sky. Sometimes I swear the fields and the forrests are breathing. The wind tells me wonderful tales and when I get the right notion I swear I'm going to follow it.
i'll be taken by sunbeams so goodbye.
some of the stuff i wrote, some of it's lyrics. either way, hope you enjoy.
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