Lasting First

we can see the galaxy, we're watching the spin of infinite depths of time and light, in our little remote spot

A Miss Before Flying

i want to run away, To stay, And I can't find the way, No method in my mind To leave this behind, The traps that I find I want to go home Too tired to roam I left a feeling alone And never touched it, But now It's reaching me, It's begging and beseeching me… Continue reading A Miss Before Flying