orlandolovekill
...Night, clear skies...Another sip of coffee, some crisp December air inhaled slow...I stand on the back step, tip my head & look up, out, on...In a galaxy far, far away, there's something listening to these same deepspace electrotones, and meditating on gods & chaos & Life & Death, war & cold & coffee... travelling waves of sound through the black...Alive, amazed and waiting...