My love in loving grey-scale skies and dry leaves float like children grow wild and free and dead-away from their family tree. I goe softly down like a tree fluff a milk tooth, or a murder reflection - traceless and thin.
I'm note ghost juste a half-dissolved in the surroundings - juste like a living pill of the world.
Me, I just can note write my travellings acurately for the description is another travelling or maybe I've never been anywhere.
My eyes are hard like a pebble and a shell crushed and blasted out with every new wave on my poor world.
They say the feelings fade-out in time. With all my heart I hope death will be like falling asleep.
Not like another blast !