That was the day that
The starry sky above us, it's so beautiful, it's one thing we share, it's one thing that doesn't go away. I watch it turn. I give my unwhole explanation. I play a song. Not my words, they are familiar with us. The present slips away to stretch into past and future. Quite flexible, becomes the attention. It's tomorrow again tomorrow. Perhaps I'll see you soon.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
That was the day that
The starry sky above us, it's so beautiful, it's one thing we share, it's one thing that doesn't go away. I watch it turn. I give my unwhole explanation. I play a song. Not my words, they are familiar with us. The present slips away to stretch into past and future. Quite flexible, becomes the attention. It's tomorrow again tomorrow. Perhaps I'll see you soon.
