At the edge, looking up,
Shifting focus onto a majestic void.
Leaving myself open to let go,
Drift along and disappear.
I listen when you sing. Astral resonance rings.
My gaze ascends, never ends. Numbness strikes like fever.
Whispers generate waves;
I can’t heed them all.
On my knees, mesmerized;
In awe of. Solarised.
Acceptance before I return to the stars.
— David Lynch (via easymomentsandobsession)
— Charles Bukowski (via moriarty)