Thus this man who loves rain, makes one wonder!
The rain is a cruel, cruel creation the Lord use to punish us lowly beings. Remember the Ark? Lightning very very frightening and Galileo Galileo Beelzebub the Satan has turn this lament into unrecognizable blubber. LOL.
But digressions, we need them! Because he is wonderful, very wonderful. Pray for strength, pray for sustenance, pray for amunition, dear heart. For the battle you must win!
a0z0ra @ 10:07 PM  |
Do you know the way to San Diego? That beautiful, beautiful city.
I've been away too long from you, that treacherous beaches, stealing hearts, breaking dreams, leaving souls craving more more more of those sandy imprints on your feet, saltiness of the air, the sunset glows, golden sky, then what's left of the magical day, haunting sounds of waves after waves after waves.
I miss you, yet I know it's only been one fall or winter, but come soon o summer. This rainy season is not you! I refuse.
a0z0ra @ 9:47 PM  |
It probably is a dream, an illusion, a make believe that the sun decides to pay me a visit. The lonely soul tricks me into making the art into a living being.
The art exist only to laugh at me, to destroy what is left of my fragmented illusion. But this too shall pass.
a0z0ra @ 7:01 PM  |
The wind knows how much the wolf loves the moon
The beautiful moon
Far, too far to reach
Too painful to keep
That feeling is not meant to be
Yet it lingers, lingers like the thickness of night suffocates the brightness of the light
What's the use? Just kill, kill it
Sleep, heart, sleep
Leave no trace in the morning, stop howling
For it is not meant to be, remain a forever mystery
a0z0ra @ 6:55 PM  |