the wind sails on above, and still, far below
i reel in the pettiness of this creaturehood
i will pry, in disregard of my flesh
toward the lightness that is breathing
i will taste of the water that is thirst
to possess the form of unspoken rumor
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 11:48 PM UTC
the wind sails on above, and still, far below
i reel in the pettiness of this creaturehood
i will pry, in disregard of my flesh
toward the lightness that is breathing
i will taste of the water that is thirst
to possess the form of unspoken rumor