..was wrong and the left hand gone. Steering into invisible fear, bringing out the animal show. It feels like holding on to thoughts you did not lose yet, roaring, stepping, grunting.
The eye of the storm calmly comes over and plans the rest of your evening and whispers what you haven’t got, the words you did not wipe from your mouth yet. Moving on in silence, trading feelings for fire to burn the end.
Listen to rock and rock forever your heart!