PROFOUND REALISM
PROFOUND REALISM
Hey there, I hope all is well with you. The usual lines of writing a letter.
I'll skip the usual lines of asking after everything around you because Asa really spun the words out of my mind in her song 'people just know how to hide what they don't want you to see'.
That's fine, normal and acceptable.
Not everyone should see the shadey, the tunnel burrowed with wistful, nostalgic and happy moments.
I'll tell you what has been on with me.
I've been in a corner all by myself watching the world,
Everyday, I lay looking at the images of constellations summed up in my head,
Gazing into what tommorow might...
Hey there, I hope all is well with you. The usual lines of writing a letter.
I'll skip the usual lines of asking after everything around you because Asa really spun the words out of my mind in her song 'people just know how to hide what they don't want you to see'.
That's fine, normal and acceptable.
Not everyone should see the shadey, the tunnel burrowed with wistful, nostalgic and happy moments.
I'll tell you what has been on with me.
I've been in a corner all by myself watching the world,
Everyday, I lay looking at the images of constellations summed up in my head,
Gazing into what tommorow might...