Last night I listened to the sound of the rain, Not knowing whether I was awake. The water of the skies, Melts with the seams of my mind, A vast, unpredictable lake Of time…
Way from where we are meant to be Way from where we are meant to be
Remembering you remembering me Remembering you remembering me Remembering you remembering me
And the catch is that neither up nor down brings relief… In these manifestation myths …manifestation myths…
….Last night…. I listened to the sound of the rain, I was awake.