shine-ing!

When we first came here, 

We were cold and we were clear,

With no colors on our skin,

We were light and paper thin.

And when we first came here,

We were cold and we were clear,

With no colors on our skin,

Until you let the spectrum in.

Say my name,

And every color illuminates.

We are shine-ing,

And we will never be afraid again.

PYRAMIDS by FRANK OCEAN

I thought to myself, "Am I dreaming? Could it be out already?" You should have seen the look on my face when I realized what was happening and what I was about to see. Oh, Cleopatra!

will you miss me?

The XX - Missing from Zumazan on Vimeo.

there is nothing. there is nothing.