the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
the lightness of being
A clash of colours, red lips in the shadow. Lost in your mind, you walk past the familiar buildings, your dreams floating above like a balloon in the sky. You don’t notice me, or anything else for that matter, as your heart murmurs to you the loneliest of songs.