CONSTELLATIONS AWAY FROM REALITY

BEAMS OF LIGHT, BEAMS OF SOUND.

i wish death would forget you from dying, but everything dies in the end, death too. Remember sometimes back when we witnessed the lunar eclipse? One happy hour bought you dreams, accidents by Raury faps.

As for now? I sit under the beach front bench, remixing the colors of time and the smell of sounds, from your jawline to your cheekbones, my sweatshirts believe in your flesh and bones. In this river of your melodies, I stream sad notes from the Wiseman's cathedral.
With the uncultured happiness I stand tall with my bald head, because love... because mind over matter, because love is the only magic i can withhold.
Let's take you back, I got pennies and dimes to offer, grayscaled autographs and two sets of sugars, you would settle for that.

Some nights back, you made me feel insecure, you mastered the sacred art of getting me trapped in my subconsciousness, if you are not my daily dose then you are my everyday high, beams of light, beams of sound.....