Frank Savage

Frank Savage / Writings

~1972

03 April 2015

Introverted















Lost on a sea of hopes, you wait for me there. Far away is home, amongst the waves and a ripping wind. Leave the horizon behind, where rock and trees has claimed it's rightful place. Man made security leaves the though of stability. Under the stars you become all with nothing.












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