The feets of the infinite is thickening
A closing dark drownings of my thoughts in moments that glows for any adored memory as they summon my passed you.
I remember me and this sweetness, it curles around the rose-coloured ashes.
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
The feets of the infinite is thickening
A closing dark drownings of my thoughts in moments that glows for any adored memory as they summon my passed you.
I remember me and this sweetness, it curles around the rose-coloured ashes.