Cloudy Night
Parasomnia adds up to everything there is inside of me Scraping my way through the other side for a sight to see Flowers and patches dry the ocean without a sound Sometimes you feel it’s all gone but the better things bound Glaze figures rest the wings of mountains strong and high Titans feast soulful remembrance of the dead ones who cry Shut your eyes and listen to the clouds shifting by whispering Remember your family and friends whom can rest without pestering…. Sign in to see full entry.