This song is created, and the thoughts, like a black and white comic, take me to destinations in this and other worlds.
How the tense calm that breathes before the annual storms on Jupiter.
Or the endless wait at the stop of a bus-plane that was mistaken for a space-time worm.
The nerves of someone who explodes inside, and on the outside smiles hard. The crack of the bones.
And a dancer spins in your dreams, and she disintegrates the world in the song of her feet mark.
And the rain in the desert always washes all the wounds of a soul that was lost.
Instrumental lofi hip hop electronic music
▶️ 3Speak
