funny how
even at a grinded pace
we forget about the
fingers of air that brush past our face
as we walk onward into our far-too-long lives
that end abruptly and without trace
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
funny how
even at a grinded pace
we forget about the
fingers of air that brush past our face
as we walk onward into our far-too-long lives
that end abruptly and without trace