In Warm Nonexistence

the sky looks blurry I'm trying for you and I think falling from a million stars seemingly never touching the surface the waves open and try to capture whole swallows, freed clouds whisper words, travel guides softly... in a subtle absence blurry sky slowly waking up from the calm wind blurred eyes, glittering lights the sky slowly turns when we go with her slowly turning in a time without existence only time can free us..."