I love the feeling when we lift off. Watching the world so small below. I love the dreaming when I think of. The safety in the clouds out my window. .
When the daylight weighs a ton and all my friends are gone. There's rust around the things I love. When it's fraying at the seams of reality and dreams.
holding witch hands. dream the whole week. radiance hissing rodent speak. elective evil once started. shot struck home so it goes. inches towards flattened back.