johnesmoke

im away and anywhere will suffice. every life filled with what will be. if my own will is from me, how do i take another mirror? how do i drink the whole shore? i do greet you, and slam the door in your face. you come in anyways. it's a long, long time before this takes place...

im not the railway. i leave all of it to the air. passing highway's traffic just lying there. carry me away. come in anyways, both sides of the door. the closed and open door.