loving you is like the sky.
i feel bones sprouting behind
my senses expanding on my back
are humans supposed to experience
this feeling of freedom, of blue and black?
i taste honey on my lips
and see feathers on the ground
i look up,...
my senses expanding on my back
are humans supposed to experience
this feeling of freedom, of blue and black?
i taste honey on my lips
and see feathers on the ground
i look up,...