When your last leg of hope is a slow death
And your heart, like your bones, has grown tired
And the clouds start to align along your y-axis
Like a portal to the unknown
Will you breathe deep the cold air drawing you in?
2007 • Clouds For Your Y-Axis
2007 • Clouds For Your Y-Axis
2007 • Clouds For Your Y-Axis
2007 • Clouds For Your Y-Axis
2007 • Clouds For Your Y-Axis
2007 • Clouds For Your Y-Axis
2007 • Clouds For Your Y-Axis
2007 • Clouds For Your Y-Axis
2007 • Clouds For Your Y-Axis
2007 • Clouds For Your Y-Axis
I Am the South Pole
I Am the South Pole