this makes me so nervous oh my god
There is a sea of light around us waiting for our perception of it.
Where is the bottom of my mind? Is there any ending to this trip I started?
Who am I? A delusional human that have always wanted to fly or a bird imprisoned in this human body, revealing constantly its natural need to spread its wings and fly?
I heard you like fruit so I put them in the order of a light spectrum
It is strange to think that we will not be able to come up with new colors…
I don’t have many desires, but being able to fly is one of them.