I fill my pockets with stars to make them fade in their absence. The tone of the clock is blocking the sound of my brain. I can't say, and I don't want to say it. I watch the sky and greet the full moon.
I fill my pockets with stars to make them fade in their absence. The tone of the clock is blocking the sound of my brain. I can't say, and I don't want to say it. I watch the sky and greet the full moon.