thedramallama

Seemingly insignificant glimpses of larger dreams. Imbetween stoned sleep and the fear of getting caught. Running through empty streets with jagged breath crystallising. Nails scrape airwaves catch reflection in shops window. Pause and watch the steam rise. Shouts echo round corners as distant fights edge closer. Air gets too thick to breath. Tears of rain leave lines like prison bars through vision. Balance settles for submission. Each breath weighs a ton as the oxygen sits like granite in your lungs and the stumbling tear stained irony of existence hits home.