"Love the quite of the night time when the sun is in the deathly sea. I can feel my heart beating as I speed from the sense of time catching up with me. The sky set out like a pathway but who decides which path we take? As people drift into a dream world, I close my eyes as my hands shake. When i see a new day, who’s driving this anyway? I picture my own grave, cause fears got a hold on me."
White Lies (via atomos)