i am praying for the raging flood
i am waiting for you to come
 
 
cult of luna

d  i  f  f  u  s  e
dust we are
adrift in heavy waters

…serenity
floods the lungs;
the horizon slowly dims

s     t    a   t  i c
fades in
at the back of my head__________________________________.

“i feel like running away. far away.”
“alone?”
“you can come. i’ll sleep while you drive. i don’t want to know where i am when i wake up.”