Finding me
It is my soul that blinds me, it is my heart that frees me, it is my love that confindes me, lingers over the morning dew, drowning on the sarrows on another day, deepened thoughts and cloudy summers, leave me in a whirlwind of emotions the yearning calls out my name... the wind screams for me, but I never come never come to its beckoning afraid of what it will bring and whether it will be my last breath, whether it will be my last morrow... whether the darkness will take me, swallow my whole... Sign in to see full entry.