This faded life of one way thinking, where love is dry, I'm always drinking. When I fall beside the mountains, eternal hearts on bursting fountains. Falling leaves from trees all colors, floating down from all the mothers. Crushed with every step we take, the key to life, a love not fake. What is this and why are we, floating on forever be.
Nick Antonie 6/19/2020
Wednesday, March 10, 2021