Nov 2014
I find myself sitting on the bed,
in a quiet of grave,
staring at the empty bag
that lays in front of me
supposed to be already made.
I will let all here, behind.
This thought makes me smile more
Finally, I'm going home.
in a quiet of grave,
staring at the empty bag
that lays in front of me
supposed to be already made.
I will let all here, behind.
This thought makes me smile more
Finally, I'm going home.
