faded-shades-of-indigo: Black as holes within a memory And blue as our new second sun. I stick my ha
faded-shades-of-indigo: Black as holes within a memory And blue as our new second sun. I stick my hand into his shadow To pull the pieces from the sand. Which I attempt to reassemble To see just who I might have been. I do not recognize the vessel, But the eyes seem so familiar. Like phosphorescent desert buttons Singing one familiar song… “So good to see you. I’ve missed you so much. So glad it’s over. I’ve missed you so much. ☁️ -- source link