katmeow
Bluelight Crew
friday night brings
salt stains
and solitude
this familiarity
is breeding contempt
but like the tree falling
in an empty forest
if I cry alone
I can pretend
it never happened
I thought I'd found
my way off this
oft beaten path
but it's beating me
once again
so dust off that
well-worn mask
the art is in the
concealment of
the spreading cracks
salt stains
and solitude
this familiarity
is breeding contempt
but like the tree falling
in an empty forest
if I cry alone
I can pretend
it never happened
I thought I'd found
my way off this
oft beaten path
but it's beating me
once again
so dust off that
well-worn mask
the art is in the
concealment of
the spreading cracks


