Open that other door

Babies like salad and they never turn back, unlike this guy we'll foil, we'll check his back door and, then, turn our heads, looking at another grey sea, looking at another bright moon fucking the sun, hard, yelling the yellow one is just another fool looking for cheap sensations. We do not care, we do not swear, we are free souls lost in a desert ocean. Fulfil it, pour water on our dirty dreams, leak, drip, slow storms that make no noise around are among the favorites of ours, do, then. Pour. Don't you see the open hands, lurking at another sky, lost behind the shadows of some restless trees that have met an eye, a real black dot. Our heads feel like the basket is comfortable, Hoother will live forever and our day. Thaina (dream high and never look back) at IMG (dream big and hit deep, so deep).