the seeds of everything
casually blowing off the dust of dreams
clearing cobwebs left by vague visions
casually blowing off the dust of dreams
clearing cobwebs left by vague visions
dark calls to darkness
deep calls to deep
remember this tomorrow.
it’s not exactly a note for you, or even a sign.
don’t they ever stop to ask
what lives inside the cracks?
you can associate me with some kind of magical sign.
he wraps cold coils around your shoulders, believing they’ll hold you safely in place