Drooping pastel cloud of procrastination
I am alone, throwing stones to the dark ~
Thousand lights on a ship stern glow ~
Following my eyes ~
Before the dawn, all of us gone to their homes ~
Before the dawn, I will be far from this place ~
I am alone, watching birds flying above ~
With an empty map, with no thoughts in my head ~
I was watching them flying above ~
Before the dawn, seasons are changing too fast ~
Before the dawn, I will be far from this place ~Northern Seaside by Motorama, from Alps.
underrated.
Disorder - Joy Division
Here’s a page for the “Lonely Bones” zine I’ll be releasing on Sunday.