Our souls are tired.. No, we don'tt need more material comforts. We need nature, we need magic, we need longing and passion, we need freedom and truth, we need stillness. We don't need more material comforts. We need to wake up and live.
Static chill Shines submerged Making love To dying galaxies We all die eventually If it were the last day If it were only yesterday Would you still hold back Would all remain the same