but her mind would travel multitudes your eye could not conceive
© Wriezener Str., Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

When the night sky is your only friend / When you’re tired of playing pretend / When the ground under your feet / Feels like no more than a dream / And you’re in over your head / And your instincts are not fed / Well, you’re not free / You don’t feel free (Alice Phoebe […]