Hundred days and hundred pictures.
We’re so lost beyond the Skies.
No space and breath is mixtures
Like a ghost with useless tries.
I’m able just to state it.
No warning as preferred.
But so lonely, devastated,
And destructed as could hurt.
Weary lines are fadeless morning.
Roomy cries are me to know.
You’ve just taken not returning
Thoughts and ways you have to show…
How can I determine valleys?!
How can I determine God?!
I have been returning always
But I’ve felt we are apart…
01.10.2014 (2:06am)