Lucid dreams, colourful themes.
First the breathe and then the rush...purple haze
You gaze, I soar you roar.
To live , to love to play, never here to stay
The cold outside, youv'e sold your soul to stay alive.The dreams that never could, that no-one should.....
Unknown "Schalk's Moon" Bold
- 16 years, 1 month, 14 days ago