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The Missing... (the fall) #fall
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The crazy shit in our existence
Pissing into the wind,
my mind racing,
rabbits of confusion scattering.
Some come back,
some lost forever.
I can't remember your name
I can remember your frequency.
Stop calling me
I can't break the code.
White noise...
standing on a grassy hill,
the wind carves patterns through the ground.
It whispers sweeter than you do
but, you feel like home
and I so want to go there...
Pissing into the wind ? Is
Pissing into the wind ?
Is that something like loving someone who doesn't care ? ......
Hello My Twisted Sister ! lol
Every story-teller bends the myth to his own purpose. that's why a Hero has a thousand faces
Nah its like chasing the
Nah its like chasing the impossible you only get yourself dirty it's like wasting time on something you can't fix or control but it's unavoidable at the same time... If that makes sense dear tbro
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Ah, Love Is In
the tall grass again. Human love inside nature's finest metaphors - sheer genius emoting! Another exciting SS ending. ~ allets ~