Pleasures. Dots. Small, bright ones. Anarchically scattered. Shimmering. In your nights. Life is hung upon them. Pieces of land. Floating on the sea. Becoming lighthouses. For you to find the next joy.
Pleasures. Dots. Small, bright ones. Anarchically scattered. Shimmering. In your nights. Life is hung upon them. Pieces of land. Floating on the sea. Becoming lighthouses. For you to find the next joy.