Thursday, April 27, 2017

Post #301

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
comfortably numb

written by David Jon Gilmour, Roger Waters 
picture by roman blaazic_all rights reserved

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