The senses materializes my dreams like singing paintings of frozen time beyond the pathos of notes.
They are my earthly audible fairy tree with a conscience.
A compass for my tongue and navel.
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
The senses materializes my dreams like singing paintings of frozen time beyond the pathos of notes.
They are my earthly audible fairy tree with a conscience.
A compass for my tongue and navel.