Black sun black sun the sky is red and violins drop ink in the sky; my mind spills violins for secrets undone with touchless tablecies and language barriers for the black secret of universies. A plural universe, a room without sound but keystrokes without a keyboard, a blind boy's pointing tool and the words started echoing in his head as he thought to type them.
Atleast ill get to look up after A camberless message, a black hole in my mind falling into pixels of your image, hmm
Atleast ill get to look up after
A camberless message, a black hole in my mind falling into pixels of your image, hmm
Thank you