Heavenly Bodies
I drift, Every now and then To your cloud You sense my high But not the Low Pressure System That compels it I aspire to your heights But am sick to my stomach A vertigo beyond the reach of words … Continue reading Heavenly Bodies
I drift, Every now and then To your cloud You sense my high But not the Low Pressure System That compels it I aspire to your heights But am sick to my stomach A vertigo beyond the reach of words … Continue reading Heavenly Bodies