I planned on the big bang to happen. I was banking on the side of extraordinary phenomenon. Never did get the courage to set things up, so mismatched and half-assed is what I get.
When asking the air, Will I stunt my ability to move planets? All I get in return is my question mark.
In my memories of memories, I knew of a time where soaring was a reality and not just a state of mind, and I struggle with a flitting memory of the time I understood it. I knew of circles and connections, maybe something cosmically clear, but when I woke, the lingering sense of serenity was all that remained. I mourn for that glimpse of a glittering path so gentle and grand. I resist forgetting this memory. This memory is all Ive had.
When asking the air, Will I stunt my ability to move planets? All I get in return is my question mark.
In my memories of memories, I knew of a time where soaring was a reality and not just a state of mind, and I struggle with a flitting memory of the time I understood it. I knew of circles and connections, maybe something cosmically clear, but when I woke, the lingering sense of serenity was all that remained. I mourn for that glimpse of a glittering path so gentle and grand. I resist forgetting this memory. This memory is all Ive had.