Tempest Armada (The)
The Apothecary
not quite herenot quite therenot quite anywhereever againmaybe neverso definitelydefining what may never beoh, how the cliff tempts the tiredwith the promise of a solitary stephold my breath for the second timeconverse with clouds as they paint a skyand taste the rhythm of the landscape's heartpreached to perfect, pitchless artseeing noises in the fogthe timeless clocksthey rip apartfeeling voicesreaching outin fiction i am scattered nowfeelingreachingbreathinghealingnoLetras de cancionestimestolemetoolonggonehome
From Letras Mania