The sky is not just overcast, it's grey. The dreary atmosphere extracting everyone's soul. Each fibre holding it to you is torn. One by one. Slowly it stretches and strains, until snap! And it begins again, and again and again Lucky for me, where my soul should be; there is just despair. A hole where … Continue reading Expectations
Crash! Cool breeze. Dilapidated lighthouse. Pondering why paradise was abandoned.