The dark blue.
May be empty of things fade away aimlessly.
The idea is far-reaching. Consciousness is fuzzy.


The crack of your $$# to.
Fluorescent lights on at night.

I need a mantra on the moon light.

Think warm days to cool.


I will go back to that day.
Will not be lost sight of the moon.

But, such power is exhausted.
She then went away.