STICKS & STONES

The cold evening aches,
As it leaves in its wake,
All the memories left by the day,
And I’m questioning why,
As you look to the sky,
That it’s cloudless up above our heads,
And thoughts come to mind,
that our short little lives,
Haven’t left the path that they will tread,
They will tread,
I come back to haunt you,
Memories will taunt you,
And I will try to love you,

One of my favourite songs this past month:

Bastille – Haunt – Demo

THAILAND, KOH ADANG, YESTERDAY

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