The trees,
they keep changing
and my mind's a fallen leaf.
The water all around,
the ripples that it leaves.
Beautiful,
horrendous,
can you see it, friend?
I've lost it.
The agony,
the patience
the balance it takes.
Can you hold me?
The Secret Society
- K.
- Photography, autumn, indie/punk/post rock, metal, folk and acoustic music, floral print, banjos and scars.
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