The Sky (Lit Up)

Myšlenky z porcelánu, ztratí se navždy když jednou vypadnou z okna?

Sunlight travels eight minutes before it touches the skin of us who walk down this planet or the surface of the planet itself (you too, MOONLIGHT).

We sat in silence talking
about the things that were around when we were not

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Waiting is part of the process.

Keep your sorrows
safe for tomorrow

Keep on pushing
push
the
sky
away

FOR SKY'S THE LIMIT