We wished upon our stars.
Dripping, tripping and clinging.
It was never the light that guided us.
Darkness plays it’s part.
The pragmatic and the dogmatic.
Then there are Miracles…


The wind that sneaks in through the crevices tells me something. 
The sound that it makes is slowly taking over me. 
I am in a fall through the Chambers created by a few.
Wait for me baby,
I am coming home.