Eleven, 922 455 p. M. High above it all softly gazing atop quiet clouds, proud of fearless birds. In other words, there's a courage to soar, explore, discover and leap deep into this journey called life. Fill the breathes power reverberates through the soul's. Rosaceous ether power pulsates throughout the soul's. Fuchsia diethyl oxide high above It All moving, floating farther from, but closer to the heart's
Arya Sunyata
@theheartdrive · 1:34
Ty. You know, this is absolutely stunning, this piece. You have this way of just rhythmically alliterating and flowing with clever turns of phrase, all while not losing fundamental potency of the essence of what you're trying to convey. This gave me the feeling of restoration and loss and redemption from that loss and restoring again and losing again and just then zooming out into the entire cycle the way you bring it back together. You just touch into these like really profound concepts of mortality