They don’t wait for me
They never have
Living in the circling gift
Timeless
They breath my soul
And are woven in my skin
I become them I have become them
And before doesn’t exist anymore
//eóten
They don’t wait for me
They never have
Living in the circling gift
Timeless
They breath my soul
And are woven in my skin
I become them I have become them
And before doesn’t exist anymore
//eóten