I find myself in the night walking along an old graveyard. The mysts rising from the heat of the day and the cool that the night has brought. I hear the echos of my heals against the damp cobblestone walkway. For this is an ancient place where few tend to dwell.
Tag: path of life
wings that i may fly
it was so painful the next time i looked in your eyes you’re far away from me on a different path of life i could not reach you if in greeting i extended my hand to lift you from suicide because in my own mind you’re only a doll to take in my soul and… Continue reading wings that i may fly