• xr_odin 34w


    ... surrounded by compasses yet utterly directionless
    Running towards the sun, motionless in moonlight
    Your world spins eloquently, my world has no axis
    My mind bickers on as their globes keep turning
    I say I'll find this purpose but my candle out is burning
    How can I lead a life that I'm sure has passed me by?
    I say I'm not like them, who then am I?