'Niceness as a scalpel'

But ja, maybe he isn't neh. "Nothing special about this." Circles.

He is an Indigo Child
His combination of light energies is said to be perfection
But don't be fooled when he turns in your direction
The warmth in his illumination is not caused by your friction
It's a mirror of his hue transfixing you
He is an Indigo Child
There is no time or space for comparison
Turn within.

Nothing quite like letting go of a want.

[Big fucking smily face.]

Finding new highs

Speaking lyrics. Feeling beatings. Losing control. 

Feel the sun resonate from my skin
Taste the salt on my lips
Be the wind through my hair