My insides, not a void but an empty carousel. Spinning without a certain bourne. Like a lazy and solitary pirouette, I dance with the moonlight for I hear the music of the stars. The universe's symphony reminding me how fragile and little I am.
My insides, not a void but an empty carousel. Spinning without a certain bourne. Like a lazy and solitary pirouette, I dance with the moonlight for I hear the music of the stars. The universe's symphony reminding me how fragile and little I am.