Jul 10, 2017

the old master





There's something broken in you
I can feel it on your uneven face
There's something broken in you
That sorrow I want to embrace
I'd like to know why and heal
I won't rip off your mask yet
Let it slide at my feet, unreal
There's something broken in you
You can not lie to me, reveal

xx


Searching for peace on a piano touch, and sliding into introspective mood under the full moon.
Life is both awesome and troublesome.

I crave people who know what they do and do what they know. Knowledge is an antidote to conditioning. It may mean a full stop to dreams until we recreate them around the last dead end.