Sky Father

Will you find this?

White Nights

Late nights in white walls. Silent passages, vacant chairs. Words falling on invisible ears, water through a sieve. Silent streets and stiff breezes. Vacant lots, empty roads. End trails and entrails. Rustling leaves, echoing footsteps. Dark houses and cold draughts. Weary feet, withered eyes. Steaming coffee and bottles of water. A warm, restless slumber and quiet dreams of no waking.

Static

Don't know if I want you to understand me.Or go.I confess this heavy heart has me on my knees'Cause it feels like static when you're here.Static when you're goneStatic everywhere

Dead Quiet