Retrogade Dissociation dan repost
It isn't a place on earth but a moment in time I wish to escape to.
The silhouette that a cactus tree casts on a red car with the sound of flute filling a room like an incense floats and conquers a space. It transfixes my gaze inside the black like a black hole absorbs all.
And though nothing exists for the pleasure of my sight and the reassurance of my mind I know there lies beneath it a sense of wonder and calm that can subdue the most chaotic of voices.
The silhouette that a cactus tree casts on a red car with the sound of flute filling a room like an incense floats and conquers a space. It transfixes my gaze inside the black like a black hole absorbs all.
And though nothing exists for the pleasure of my sight and the reassurance of my mind I know there lies beneath it a sense of wonder and calm that can subdue the most chaotic of voices.