Strange birds roaming in grime aligned to the ghosted tribes sensualised in sensibility rites transcribed to the ugly and pretty in a petty embellished unheard world of lathered tenders and searches tamed and tanned, turned and timed in invisible cracks of enstranged seams
Strange birds roaming in grime on remnants of all there ever was unloved in circus of undone pasts transcribed to the ugly and pretty evolved in an enlightenment trance in hallways with all the little ghosts Stroked and shocked, shamed and shunned in invisible cracks of enstranged seams
Strange birds roaming in grime on a heart where no love exists lying tethered fields of the other sideΒ Β transcribed to the ugly and pretty whilst perfectly creating a symphony of all the beauty that lives and exists wrapped and warped, wounded and wasted in invisible cracks of enstranged seams
Feels great to be single, the world is so beautiful. Heart breaks are painful and takes time to find the real oneself