Little solace comes to those who grievethisisnotforyouthisisnotforyouthisthis is not for youthisisnowhen thoughts keep driftingthisisnotforyouthisisnot
thisisnotfas walls keep shiftingthisisnotforyouthisisnotforthisisnotforyouand this great blue world of oursthisisnotforyouthisisnotforyouthisisseems a house of leavesthisisnotforyoumoments before the wind.
There isn't much that I feel I need, a solid soul and the blood I bleed.
Wandering Allowed, Wondering Aloud