Aimless

A Street Performer from the Small town I live in.. A Rare Thing

still lives. for when life becomes still.

I want to do more with this. In search of new inspirations.

"We avoid risks in life so that we can make it safely to death"

The quite town's busy streets 
Remains to coat your lungs 
The heated summers nights 
Leave the lonely longing 
And the deteriorating holding on
Tight to the past months 
When the booming radios 
Drive by shooting beats up 
Through your toes 
And the desire to sync your rhythm 
To the pulse of the ground takes over 

First Attempt There is Little Motivation

Everything is disordered