what matters
nothing is real real
everything a dream dream
dreams are real
birds & branches
wind & water
this sun
this age
a dream that dreams of a bike, a movie theatre, my dad & you
sometimes it rages
sometimes it floats
this sun
this age
this moon
tuck the dream into the branch and await the bird
-fucking music-
moments tinged with golden difference
we were real we were a dream
sometimes raging
sometimes floating
a bike, a movie theatre, my dad & you
goddamit