caught in a rip of madness
[a manic spree of thought]
ebbed in the corners of my mind
a boat sails past
rocking to the tide
the sails droop
the rudder sags
an indispensible weight
hugging at the bow
a tempest down my spine
to the shallows of my heart
there we beach upon a reef
and sink into the algae
and clutter up the shore
the wind will whisk our ghosts away
in a summer's rip of madness
[a manic spree of thought]
do whatever feels right. even if it seems like nothing. im sure youll have fun.
it shall be awsome to see you and all the indent gang at strikeback. lauries definently come a long way from jinn headlining to faker and the sleepy jackson ay.
peace