There exists the silence of a ghost.
The red earth changed me. Turned me into a feeling of warmth.
This is a strange letter to lost friends.
"your rhinestone eyes are like, factories far away" Neither about factories or Rhinestones. but you might enjoy it.
Shadowing us are the vibrations of light and darkness. A frenzy of life reaching for sustenance.
Crumbled paper in a heap on the floor. Former destination as a paper airplane heading for a brief foray into the air.
Ripples in the water...in the forest...On the leaves...In the air...In the movements ...Making motions on the trees.
The red earth changed me. Turned me into a feeling of warmth.
This is a strange letter to lost friends.
"your rhinestone eyes are like, factories far away" Neither about factories or Rhinestones. but you might enjoy it.
Shadowing us are the vibrations of light and darkness. A frenzy of life reaching for sustenance.
Crumbled paper in a heap on the floor. Former destination as a paper airplane heading for a brief foray into the air.
Ripples in the water...in the forest...On the leaves...In the air...In the movements ...Making motions on the trees.