gone

Lost you somewhere on the way

Slow motion blur of intoxication

need something to merge back into the waters of reality

without drowning

Keep head strong

lost you somewhere along the way

lost a lot of people in the blurs of isolation

out on the tracks

gone for good

need to clutch the grass I exist somewhere

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes we just feel we lose connection with everyone and everything...

we need to clutch the grass in our own pasture...and hold on to the reality of it, instead of looking over the fence and reaching into a somewhere for which we have no compass, to keep on track.

j.