Randomness

Empty night, empty eyes, cloudy mind, cloudy skies, winds in my ears rushin to my  brian. i think this time im not insane, bodies got to move. minds got to stop, leave this feeling every morning. but this house is dead like the soles of my feet, tired and cold, to old to care. 23 and half alive, the only reason we try, to feel like kids again, when we were never kids at all......when we were never adults.