nøi2er

One night I spat out a space for its spiral galaxies and fell to the ground. I live between inhalation and exhalation knitting my second life. In the meantime, I love and miss you incredibly hard, fly, breathe, eat, sleep and do not laugh honestly, dying in the rush of tangled thoughts ... As long as I live I have one branched goal - to steal oxygen, maternal thoughts and avocado seed.