solitary seasleepwalking through the nightshe leaves ribbons of whitea pursuit to lift the darkfrom the thorny graspon her heartdragging feet through the mudthoughts swirling like the oceantears flowing like a solitary sealeading her astrayand finally backto melept of the edge, no hesitationseeking something, any kind ofsensation, migration forthis frustration, all aloneand suffering
the storm in her veinsthe storm in her veinstempest beneath her skinshe walks alonelonely souls who wanderblack thread spun through the skystreaks of white in the nightsmothered by the darkcovered by the voicessilenced and alonefallen from the skypunished by the world belowthe night speaks to herthe shadows inside hersit beside herdestroy her sorrowand ignite her lightthoughshe still, walks aloneguided by strugglefallen prey to herselfthe poor thingshe breathes in existenceand tries not to breathe outin hopes it might fade awaya beautiful soulpoisoned by this worldready for the nextwhere she can restwhere she can find a friend in solitudewhere she can marry the sky and relyon the shadowsthat haunt her when she closes her eyes
stormlightning strikes into my lifeand it's stormingthunder breaks into the skysinging out to meafternoon tea by the colour tvand i dreamt a dreambaby you and methen the wind came through, and i thought you knewway above the skybaby me and youclouds of grey and skies of whitepictures in the cloudsand it's storming (it's storming)painted my loveand then the rain comes fallingtidal waves and hidden cavesand it's for you (it's for you)and it's storming (it's storming)cause i painted my loveand then the rain comes falling
it's youmany search but little find,the first and last thing on my mind,the whispered words that calm the storm,it's youa sky; no sun and love; no pain,the howling wind without the rain,across the dark and lonely seas,it's yousearching for a sense of home,endless nights are spent alone,toss and turn awake at night,it's yousee the night owl flying high,living married to the sky,freedom craved by such a fool,it's youambitiously, i find myselfsoaring toward something else,patiently on eager wings,it's youat last i've found a place to land,crystal seas and finite sand,endless nights are put to rest,it's you.
...nice pic's
You're a dream model for me...
J'adore !
....vraiment très jolie photo
tu es un modele de reve pour moi ...