Sing
September 10, 2008
At night, when dreams sing behind your eyes. Is that the answer I was looking for? Sneaking around these waves, curled up to beat the shore. Shuffled and shut against the light, still caught up and kept, try as I might.
Where words come to die.
At night, when dreams sing behind your eyes. Is that the answer I was looking for? Sneaking around these waves, curled up to beat the shore. Shuffled and shut against the light, still caught up and kept, try as I might.
the compulsion to stay is agonising … inevitable … i adore the enigma …
this is beautiful and hypnotic almost
very nice — I like you site–