In the shadows where the heads hang low, you hear voices as the wind blows. Asking “can’t you see?”, reminding you to breathe. It’s only time before it catches up to you and all your broken luck. I found a better way to get even with my memory.
In the shadows where the heads hang low, you hear voices as the wind blows. Asking “can’t you see?”, reminding you to breathe. It’s only time before it catches up to you and all your broken luck. I found a better way to get even with my memory.