Please, please, please, please....

. .... ..Ghostpoet

Darker Days ahead, moving Wirds, flying Burritos, the Sun, the Sun, rising and hiding behind closed doors. Perception tries to escape but love is stronger. always stronger and growing. bright light on fright night. halloween. hollyweird. it was the sailor himself who brought it up, the sailoer himself who tasted the taste of waste and junk, loss and fear. no none was left to do the job, so he started a new business and moved forward. still the sun was hiding behind closed doors, but this time it was real.