I purchased a one way ticket today
and im not sure how long
I am simply,going along with the seasons
my universe shifts,and I move with it
as a cloud
as a lady
as a lilac scented ship.
I miss the dead things everysingle day.
i miss the deceased-memories
oh,how they continue to haunt me.
MY FLOWERS ARE DEAD AND THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME.
THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME
THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME.