I am full of questions, August 16, 2018, 23:42:29 – 23:43:44

Light reaches in through the window
We are not in contact with anything
I’m trying
We dream for a thousand years
We are not in contact with anything
To confuse emptiness with a lack of
We dream for a thousand years
I don’t converse in my dreams
To confuse emptiness with a lack of
I will ripple like rings in the grass
I don’t converse in my dreams
I will ripple like rings in the grass
I’m trying
Light reaches in through the window