| 9:25p |
dairly
There is no pain, you are receding
a distant ship smoke on the horizon...
You're only coming through in waves
Your lips move, but I can't hear what you're saying... (Pink Floyd)
Так проходит жизнь...
Возвращаемся... (We're just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl, year after year)
Человек полагает, что вырвался, - но только раздвинул прозрачные стенки.
PS. (Рим. 5,18) |