Whirlwind
I think I have finally lost the ability to write. Passion. Enthusiasm. I still have these things, but I feel the words have already drained themselves out of my system. I miss writing... like this. I miss writing about random and stupid stuff.
Now, nothing prevails and darkness overflows. The ocean is filled with a poisonous smell, and the land is cracked and hopeless. Everything in this domain remains silent as the whirlwind of yesterday walks down the alley. Mysterious and intimidating.
The lamppost glows with an ethereal brightness. My heart is filled with songs of loneliness. And I am here... standing behind your shadow.
Now, nothing prevails and darkness overflows. The ocean is filled with a poisonous smell, and the land is cracked and hopeless. Everything in this domain remains silent as the whirlwind of yesterday walks down the alley. Mysterious and intimidating.
The lamppost glows with an ethereal brightness. My heart is filled with songs of loneliness. And I am here... standing behind your shadow.