Flying makes me imponderable to every earthy law or logic. I tend to dissolve each possibility in pieces of anxiety. I let my irrationalities roam free through the exit rows.
Uneori noaptea plutește deasupra zilei
Desfăcând somnul de liniştea
unde el visează ceva ce nu-şi va aminti
iar ea se plimbă prin nori, prin pădure, prin ceaţă