panic in paradise
Bluelighter
//ramble-write
these days, the wind blows the same, full of change - today, i am not facing the same direction, only looking the same place - yesterday, i saw the tide sweep the shore, only to uncover what has always been there. the same as the trails made for those to come, the land is stirred and mishappen, anewed beauty as is to the eyes of the young.
these days, the wind blows the same, full of change - today, i am not facing the same direction, only looking the same place - yesterday, i saw the tide sweep the shore, only to uncover what has always been there. the same as the trails made for those to come, the land is stirred and mishappen, anewed beauty as is to the eyes of the young.


