This is probably as close as I’ll ever come to art. Twelve Billion I must hold on to glad to be home Returning. now,let go of the wood to the thunderclouds we’re under,always apart to omission. to new meanings to the feeling I’ve only […]
This is probably as close as I’ll ever come to art. Twelve Billion I must hold on to glad to be home Returning. now,let go of the wood to the thunderclouds we’re under,always apart to omission. to new meanings to the feeling I’ve only […]