A stunning pain graces my senses and in a certain way it almost feels like the first time all those years ago.
The un-cried tears run through my blood somehow as the idea of a release escapes into my pulse.
The first light to hit the sea on this day will be my last way of
living, and as the strong currents persist with their
pulling I am guided into the dark by that familiar sense of
safety.
The un-cried tears run through my blood somehow as the idea of a release escapes into my pulse.
The first light to hit the sea on this day will be my last way of
living, and as the strong currents persist with their
pulling I am guided into the dark by that familiar sense of
safety.