Do You Ever Find Yourself So Alone ... That It's Difficult To Breathe?
An Empty Place Why are we here? Seeds of a dominant flower, Blown about by careless winds To bed with the company of dead grass. Somewhere between dusk and dawn In an empty place where loneliness lives; We find ourselves here dreaming As the night air turns to rain. We are the gamin; Prisoners of... Sign in to see full entry.