Suntimes we move through time and pace

Travelling via petrol through a world of air and steel, sun times the skies are blue and feel, the necked best thing to resting well. They bring you memories like a ringing bell. They tells the wells to brim in your eyes. Never despise the cries you felt. The skin you are in is better when held. Don't fail to fall into the world you dwelt. A listlessness prevails when others fell into a certain unknown but distant shell. An innocently. Self consuming hell.