I write what comes to mind as well as I draw. |
Night has risen after an endless day
Now the night crawlers come out to play...
Along the trees blowing gently in the wind. Sounds...
Little things locked in side this shell l call a...
Spirits flying undenying into the darkness...
Burning on the inside feeling all alone
No one to talk to no one to hold...
My mouth half open,
My breath lost with the wind...