unknown definites
There was a place I once called home. The sunsets, the glass buildings, and the elevated railways. It has always been here. Inside this building I search for your words Scream your muddled hopes, Tell everyone our story. Here where we started And here where it ends You dont know me, and I dont know you. We’re strangers in our own home. You may not be the best thing that happened to me. But you were the reason I found happiness. In every barm of this liquor, I remember Intoxicating me with the taste of your words Your palate, your tongue, your mouth. A taste of ash. You were once my fresh air beyond these dilapidated ruins Now they were long gone and forgotten by time. Suddenly there was a flat line, that long high pitched, monotone sound, carried me through the fallen leaves of autumn. Glimmer of light burst upon my face escaping every bark of tree in this forest. birth of evergreens and luminous landscape. It is here, it will be here.