These rays were ours. We made and unmade them. Not the shudder of continents doused us, the moon's passion, nor crash of comets. O stranger, Plutonian, descendant, or beast in the stretching night: there was light.
Julia im so happy for u and me and everyone that youre makin music again!! Ya! Its one of those things that help other people too ya know. Inspiring. Do you write music?? Your poetrys bangin so i can imagine how good that would be Great cover Oxox
Thanks Air, love u dude!!! I haven’t written music in a long time but I’m working on it again :-)