And behind the noise
and under the silence
the soft firm skin can be felt
shifting as it breaths
asleep
dreaming
the coils of thought
slowly unwinding
lazy circles in…
And behind the noise
and under the silence
the soft firm skin can be felt
shifting as it breaths
asleep
dreaming
the coils of thought
slowly unwinding
lazy circles in…
I don’t believe in luck
But I pick up pennies
Throw salt over my shoulder
Drop coins into wells
And don’t walk under ladders
I don’t believe in magic
But I wish on stars
Knit my hair into creations
Blow out candles with dreams
And knock on wood
I don’t…