here where the sun never rise, signals coming from the sky echoing, shinig bright as new hope for humanity wildest dream.
Étiquette : doha
rising high
when the night comes, your see the shape of things to come, all the images that rolled off the orbs into oblivion.
blind faith
once in a blue moon. if they say the moon is blue, we must believe that it’s true.
from here, somewhere & nowhere 