Mad Rush — MY TROUBLED MIND

When all seems hopeless and the wind howls its lonely song and the ocean, once a friend, burns white each wave a muted sob, like broken plates heard crashed through bedroom doors, and the burnt blood brick of the sea wall moans as if about to crack Remember this is nothing but a mad rush […]

via Mad Rush — MY TROUBLED MIND

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