Tell me: is life really all it´s cracked up to be? Tell me: is it supposed to be like this, just like this, with these forever endless seconds that never seem to pass? Tell me: have you found your footing yet? Have you seen a shooting star -- was it anything like me? Are we still in orbit or is it to end like this -- with big black holes of no communication. Tell me: where do all the words go, where do all the thoughts go, where do we go? And my words: (as always) are sent out into the void.
Little Marbles – Du är på repeat
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