A kite without the wind found upon the shore, a tragic little tale, and how its…. found upon this place…………………………
sailing on the clouds resting upon the wind, tethered to this cord, the look upon your face. Wound out a mile or so it always seemed so short, sands pulled up through backwards now, to the fates I willingly court. Upon the birth, out past the break, to a receding dawn and a land that quakes, illuminating loss in sight, led along by this candles light
in search for water, you drown in the pond, snuffing the fire of times found fond. reflecting back from the waters break, for deaths frigid touch she seemed to ache……………………………. nothing more to say this time, there is no where to run…………………………forgotten faded memory of rains that fell in spring, off to death’s unforgiving grip… and to the emptiness it will bring.. #burnout #fadeaway #ftw #lonewolfstories
Aldehulme -VCMWX 