Sea Of Air, by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending

Black ink surrounds the one-man boat 
So far lost no destination in mind 
Searching for the light of land 
Seeking a guide to show him where to be 
With no life left in sight 
Reality is question 
Holding a cushion to save your life 
Drifting in a vast sea of people full of empty smiles 
Far ahead a soft light tossed in the pitching black 
You're losing once again 
Posted: 2005-04-03 04:42:57 UTC

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2006-03-29 18:34:13lost the lonely dead
what else is new? *laughs* i like your analogy