Do people simply lack imagination because they fail to see something beyond letters on screen? Or is it all just in my head, all the things that I see, all the worlds behind words, all the thoughts behind eyes, dreams behind realities.
Horizons and open skies and everything makes perfect sense. And every cloud is in the perfect place for that big painting
all over me.
Breathe with me. Be with me. In this rhythm of words there is a heartbeat, there is a soul. There is a body, a bundle of nerves, feeling...
Feeling.
Everything.
Horizons and open skies and everything makes perfect sense. And every cloud is in the perfect place for that big painting
all over me.
Breathe with me. Be with me. In this rhythm of words there is a heartbeat, there is a soul. There is a body, a bundle of nerves, feeling...
Feeling.
Everything.