everywhere, i see a nature so complex
(complexity is all in your mind)
echo is good for the mind
but what about solitude?
time?
time doesn't exist. past, future, it's just an idea.
wood, lips, bells, pets, books, roughness, answers, snare drum, curtains, sex, sisters, a string quartet, bed, motels, winters, mouth, brush, rings...
let's get lost.
