A shell with a ghost inside, wandering through the cold night. Kissed by the warm waves caressing my skin. I am not ready to say goodbye. I am not ready to give in to these iron fists clutching at my soul. Where is my home?
A shell with a ghost inside, wandering through the cold night. Kissed by the warm waves caressing my skin. I am not ready to say goodbye. I am not ready to give in to these iron fists clutching at my soul. Where is my home?
reflections of an unquiet mind 