L^L | When All of This Were Fields


An interlude comes on when the television is on (you weren’t watching anyway). Suddenly you look up and you are in limbo. Between the ghost you were and what you are becoming. Sometimes being alone reminds you of the yesterdays you don’t need. It’s time to go. Come back into the song.



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