The world that matters

Suns are extinguished, and from the remains new ones are created. Space is revolving in the dead of the night, dancing forevermore. The world is on the brink of something, still green and blooming. Clouds are somewhere hiding and time zones are still counting time. Lives pass by and others are born. People are occupied with the rush of the everyday living, moving step at the time toward: feelings, goals… This heat boiling our blood, reminding us that we’re forged in fire. Summer, it smells exactly like in the middle of it:)

And I’ve got just a single place to go… close and closer to you. So that I can close my eyes and never feel tired again;)