Lightning strikes somewhere,
always does
strike
but chance, that long awaited anticipation,
always destructs. Darkness,
on the other hand, lays its weary head
across continents bracing for the worst.
Will we look up and see the drift
or hang helplessly and oblivious?
There are things to do
like nothingness.
Just to know the silence,
the sound of time passing by.
always does
strike
but chance, that long awaited anticipation,
always destructs. Darkness,
on the other hand, lays its weary head
across continents bracing for the worst.
Will we look up and see the drift
or hang helplessly and oblivious?
There are things to do
like nothingness.
Just to know the silence,
the sound of time passing by.
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