empty have been my dreams like hollow stones whispers and fading winds all that i hear now, i fear. ghost visions and shadows haunt the walls, in this old room. seems like years ago, when i would break the window and run away. the morning dreams have come again along with the insomnia, my reality warps once more. its warm in this time capsul and lonely, the pipe warm the smoke curling slow before the morning rays. a lovely coffin.