lesleyslenning

In this musty scenery I can't quite focus. I can see silhouettes pass by my eyes, but the details of their faces fade away. Those voices are confusing as they drift off into the back of my ears.

Leaning into darkness, the trees wept and fell over the gray sky. The shades fell across the window and separtaed my view. Through these concrete institutions, I will remember.

Now drifting off into silent remourse, I see myself floating above my eyes. The hammering sound inside my head is breaking through the unknown pieces of floating inspirations.

I am really fucking bored!