looking at the wind from the west....

Drift finally seems to taking over the soft joy....smiles dragged by the forces of inner tide....embers of light it looks like.....unceasing wind of the unknown took away the laughters that never looked like disappearing with worldly doldrums.....history i can smell when the ugly me the bells of night.....chaos and silence in the sweets i had.....may the night prevail and the ugly find a way...the martyr encumbered in prison of hope....