the dark whisps of wind
the blankground so low
your pulled and tugged and pushed wandering around through something called life
is there even hope is there even love
is there even somtheing above
when the time comes you either stand or back down in fear but, does it matter if we know it will all end someday, does it really matter about love or loss.
the next days the same just different people passing by so i guess just live and do what you want cause in the end you dont get a second chance