Placid
Standing on the edge of blue, staring into black, thoughts gaining more depth, a vibrant darkness becomes me. A stoic silhouette, I stand placid, trying to become the air around me. One with the night, I whirl off, a breeze among stars.
Standing on the edge of blue, staring into black, thoughts gaining more depth, a vibrant darkness becomes me. A stoic silhouette, I stand placid, trying to become the air around me. One with the night, I whirl off, a breeze among stars.