Such a wonderfully dreary day
Ashes from old lies falling slow.
hanging low around my ankles
hindering my movements; my
thoughts are faint sounds in the
back of my head and I'm failing
again... Looking for lands in a
direction to find a way home.
Ashes from old lies falling slow.
hanging low around my ankles
hindering my movements; my
thoughts are faint sounds in the
back of my head and I'm failing
again... Looking for lands in a
direction to find a way home.
lita_____:
very nice.