My mind is still in the state of euphoria about last night.
So I'll just say it in a song...
๐ถ๐ถIt's like life imitating life
Constantly revolving round the tips of sharpened knives
It's like time draws a crooked line
Repeating shapes and patterns til it just can't be defined
Is it a critical invention?
Or just fulfilling it's intention?
Or is it chance or is it fate?
Or are we simply meant to wait?๐ถ๐ถ
Thank to Vimana Studio