The swift wind makes its way window without latch wanna go away i fly often with the wind for long across the highway through the buildings and beyond even far sometimes, till my body pains i wanna reach to the blue mountains the blue mountains where may be my old house was where some people with smiles were a family then had to come back there is nobody here sometimes i feel the movie of life becomes a grey shade reel inside-out, it all turns then my lonely conscious rebels when the constant feeling of drowning rumbles and i hold any repulse, tight-lipped on every punch of cold waves the deep black sky with blood red sun often stares, comes closer, around my ears .. whispers ..who r u dyeing for ? & i pull the blanket over-head turning on the ****ow to the window glass, which reads..nobody !!!
