Storm, baby.




Like a storm baby

Let's make way





No sight of day.


Cold and damp.


That’s the way we like it.


Don't bother about their opinions,

Who says they care


Fall asleep.

Fall asleep and dream.


Why don't we immerse ourselves in deep contemplation?

Surrender to our dejection.


For all we know is falling.


Breathe in.

Watch and learn.









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