shot in the dark, although this place is vaccant

[starpunctures]

Airport raging.

I was reformed.

And there was this lingering smell of the city of roses.
A shadow of the best thing.

Years can harbor damages in our foundation.
Some of us are not so aware of subtle details.
And when the storm rolls in, we wonder how the water gets in.

To drench our insides.

That will destroy our garden gates.
Where once it waited.

Airport buzz.

Once I was reformed.