1.
God... I did see the eyes, but it was not raining, or the storm.
2.
Dad's not here, I don't understand. Mom is in the kitchen,
feeling so old. We're part of life that no one envisions, except
when you are exchanging the world for your dreams. Progress
is in the sky, aliens speaking to us through the moon. I will
one day give up this yearning. What is love, tell me? Dad?
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 5:50 AM UTC
1.
God... I did see the eyes, but it was not raining, or the storm.
2.
Dad's not here, I don't understand. Mom is in the kitchen,
feeling so old. We're part of life that no one envisions, except
when you are exchanging the world for your dreams. Progress
is in the sky, aliens speaking to us through the moon. I will
one day give up this yearning. What is love, tell me? Dad?
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