onacarom
Member
The sound of dust
The skin, that edge of your infinity, this video, a question.
Be well
The sound of dust becoming life attracts my ears
while the sunshine
touches the roses in my backyard
I love everything
everything is my muse, my muse
I love everything
everything is my muse, my muse
So many laughs
so many tears,
so many dreams,
so many things,
so much life filling my senses, senses, senses
Then tell me how I could survive so much feelings
if I were not air
if I were not space to hold so much
if I were not air
if were not space to hold so much
The skin, that edge of your infinity, this video, a question.
Be well
The sound of dust becoming life attracts my ears
while the sunshine
touches the roses in my backyard
I love everything
everything is my muse, my muse
I love everything
everything is my muse, my muse
So many laughs
so many tears,
so many dreams,
so many things,
so much life filling my senses, senses, senses
Then tell me how I could survive so much feelings
if I were not air
if I were not space to hold so much
if I were not air
if were not space to hold so much