The contemplative song of thoughts lies deep within the lungs. A sigh of heavy solutions flies free from the mouth. Rambles about everything.
I see you rolling in the grass, thinking about everything and nothing. I want to roll with you, with the waves. Think about everything and nothing.
Post us on bulletin boards, screaming aloud the words they're too afraid to hear giving light into the world. And we fall, sighing with the leaves ever so gently to the ground.
XxFragmented_RealityxX · Sat Jul 04, 2009 @ 04:16am · 0 Comments |