Jan 2015
A rush of blood to the head
And my friends, we take flight!
The key to life in our firm grasp
We ascend to the cosmos
Our eternal rest.
Joyed to find life from a cold, dead husk
Believed to be the end of reality.
This world may yet be celebrated.
And my friends, we take flight!
The key to life in our firm grasp
We ascend to the cosmos
Our eternal rest.
Joyed to find life from a cold, dead husk
Believed to be the end of reality.
This world may yet be celebrated.
the most interpretive piece of writing i've ever come up with
