Airborne falling
Jan. 17th, 2010 12:57 pmHis voice makes me think of soft, sweet rain
That falls slow against my skin.
The taste of hope now lingers in the air I breathe,
so heavy it almost hurts.
I pray that I never lose this feeling, as I tumble-
Much too quickly-into the land of half-formed dreams.
That falls slow against my skin.
The taste of hope now lingers in the air I breathe,
so heavy it almost hurts.
I pray that I never lose this feeling, as I tumble-
Much too quickly-into the land of half-formed dreams.