It seems so simple to me, as when I breathe.
Second nature’s words,
Like a piano phrase, Layered, embellished.
Thoughts on a theme.
This medium, so stern in its modernity.
Is softened yet by you and I.
So deafened am I, amidst the sea.
A white noise of nothingness.
This crystalline echo,
Mine only Hopeful Island
Inspiration: 2005, Love, Secret, Seperation
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