Wednesday, September 13, 2017

HERE





WHERE THE COLORS AREN'T REAL
AND THE AIR IS SUCKED AWAY
I CAN SOMEHOW BREATHE AND KNOW THAT I WILL BE OKAY

 SOMETHING HAPPENED THAT WAS TOTALLY PROFOUND
I CAN SENSE IT IN THE STILLNESS AND THE LACK OF ANY SOUND
IT WAS HERE I'M SURE OF IT
WHERE WHAT WAS LOST SHALL NOW BE FOUND

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