(Source: 9gag, via fuckyeahdementia)
Clinging to a shattered lens, blur pouring through my head.
Skeptic skies… thinking of coming home by closing my eyes.
Flicking through TV so I’m looking at crooked smiles passing by.
Breath out, lie down, room dust, burnt up, being so damn dry.
These dreams keep me awake.
I know I need to go back on my own.
Scattered streams, they took me away.
And when the night arrives.
It shouts what it deprives.
“Stop being afraid.
White Foams, waiting underneath it all.
They’ve always been there”
Beneath the moon and the breeze
Breaking its alignments just to ease.
Endless waves coming closer.
Can you hear them crashing?
White Foam.
The sound of it
Lets me fall asleep.
~ Mundo