The tone of an offset record player in the distance..
a smell of thai dragonfruit..
a smell of ressin coming from an inscent..
sitting in silence is both agony and peace..
ashes fall..
time begins to crawl..
the sun rose the sun set..
the courage wont come be upset..
happiness creeps, walking a fine line..
the day grow dimmer..
the nights grow darker..
the mornings grow shorter..
our time will come..
we will find a place..
for soon this will be it for our race..
i pray to god if he's truly there, for all of us that upwardly stare..
i ask for one thing and one thing only so we never end up lonely..
hope..