-Sky Chord-

i'm taking in all the breathe eat hours
the woman is pacing on to a new habitation
she is treading on with a beam
at a new loci, on a comeback trail where she is lighter
whereas she is always the girl in the small city with a big baggage
weighing in too much where simplicity is all she needed
-xoxo-

oh dear, its weary now and yet i'm wakeful
must be those 'cham' and 'yadas' (^.^)
oh gosh, i miss those sandy beaches and chows
must be the growling sound and pictos
oh lucky, i'm in good hands now
must be those cronies and superheroes
oh fuck, people are weird and quaint lately
must be those inarticulate tick-tock hours
oh Sir Weatherman.. you are the one to blame


schleep timo!
-simm out-