Time and space is like a rhyme & a taste.
The words that leave my lips in flo state seam to radiate their equivalent in the space where my mind projects pictures forward into my vision.
This is when I am traveling.
Not time nor space, the all.
Time and space is like a rhyme & a taste.
The words that leave my lips in flo state seam to radiate their equivalent in the space where my mind projects pictures forward into my vision.
This is when I am traveling.
Not time nor space, the all.