Ever, could I or could I not count the shadows of your being?
Ever, could I or could I not count the shadows of our being?
Please don't question the insane glares Just give me today, And tomorrow, Tomorrow we will matter.
I'm an alien in my own world, a writer without words, a musician without a piano, a magician without a wand. I am fooled by infinite words that rush in my blood, yet imprisoned by the very thoughts of silence. I'm a gray green fallow leaf on trees an...
And the cobwebs of time would surrender, dormant, so that the rainbows of new eras can emerge Despite the hollowness of you.
It's ridiculous to think that taking out words will heal hearts, because a palm-sized box is just not enough for the anger of this world.
