Staring up at the sky
I wish that I could still be that little boy
who stared up at the sky
Waiting and waiting
I never thought beauty and placidity and serenity could be so backbreaking.
I haven’t seen the lights again, but I know I will.
I wish that I could still be that little boy
who stared up at the sky
I never thought beauty and placidity and serenity could be so backbreaking.
When I was young
I always got
astrology and astronomy mixed up