nathalieblackbird:
Across the sky The clouds emotionless pass by, Wind blows my hair and so the wind will blow my ashes. And satellite of love will find my soul. and I will flicker. and I will flicker.
Across the sky The clouds emotionless pass by, Wind blows my hair and so the wind will blow my ashes.
And satellite of love will find my soul.
and I will flicker. and I will flicker.