Life detaches much less loved a taste familiar but watered down and each day passes into the next like television flickering unseen.
I breathe but I don't often think about it anymore its become a habit those embers fragment that fire was just a fracture in the ice.
Do you hear me? Can you hear me? Do you hear a voice from my side? sleepwalking
and poetry fills an empty room with science broken and confused and my desire... becomes a pacifier I need to feel alive & awake.
Do you hear me? Can you hear me? Do you hear a voice from my side? sleepwalking
something aging in the water in the damage to my soul the wishing fire is still alive and I think his heartbeat will not die how can I give anymore of my life away...
Do you hear me? Can you hear me? Do you hear a voice from my side? sleepwalking