Like something simple. Like something uncomplicated. Without the mazes and smokescreens. No tilt of the axis, or shivering of sun. There are no red carpets or descending blossoms. Only red trembles. Or redder palpitations. Sweat hands. So many sweatbeads. So much grey. Same dirty-green t-shirt. To and fro. Of significance and insignificance, and then what? Teary eyes, reasons unknown. Dark evening, intimate and simple.
It is simple, you fool, it is simple.
So, let it be.
:)
It is simple, you fool, it is simple.
So, let it be.
:)
