I long for a touch within along the fathom of sin; parallel to, in the void. clear of fear...none to steer, but status quo as we grow to stellar love. No prestige as we ease sight and sound all-around. I turn blue awaiting you...Get out of the wind to a zephyr, something better My eyes take aim what my mind imbibe from the pain of my heart...All I write is true, so ill ask where are you??
