
The clouds have seen it allin all their shapes and formsThey hide constellations from your eyesjust so you can fall asleep on your ownAs you lay next to the warmth of yourburning chimney cloudsAs we see up aboveWe forget where we areand fade into a tunnel of timeIt’s either a daze of yesterdayor the promise…
via [297] Breathe In — Smoke words every day.
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