Not to get controversial, but. Can I just take a moment? Letting go is hard. This place is not my home and your distance is so far.
Will you return to me,
Planetary entity?
Your scope and view is so supreme but still I cannot see. Apparently this fog originates from action. It’s like a chain reaction fixed by only thought redaction. At least that’s what I’m taught, it all seems so subjective. What kind of life objective leads to sorrow?








