Oh its the currency of thruth

It lies inbetween the moment of Reborn youth

Oh its the attention of infatuated reality

It slips away as everything you dont want

To stay in this perception of mortality

Oh and how and yet

Our oxymouron neurons dance in a wouv

Shes your tiger sparrow with Bird eternal wings

The one who always sings,

She has feather spirits and weaves it like ocean wawes in on a perfect falling day

Taninted Nostalgia of leaving a sound for a new road sling along the Milky way and there in your dryness you swim deep with a smile bigger than a overloaded half moon

Its meare beauty and releief combined like a quiver after a eartquake that rumbles your core

its a bellyache to last for a lifetime and fully in joy i perceive love as art with love in a circle and when this body is dust we shall find eachother all over again