Behind my lids, Im painting trees,
Behind my ribs, I'm breathing life;
and through these eyes, I am seeing dreams,
capturing things, celestial extremes.
In this skull, A masterpiece,
In this skin, My favorite place.
in this world's embrace, I am free.
sun and rain, inside of me.
Jun 20, 2011
Jun 20, 2011 at 11:41 AM UTC
Behind my lids, Im painting trees,
Behind my ribs, I'm breathing life;
and through these eyes, I am seeing dreams,
capturing things, celestial extremes.
In this skull, A masterpiece,
In this skin, My favorite place.
in this world's embrace, I am free.
sun and rain, inside of me.
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