Interspaced noise static television vision of a green field blooming flower rose bush cutting hedges fledging among the birds transition from the past to a new beginning pastures that bring light your time to shine

The moment we love so dearly we hope that we are gone we hope to feel this way forever we know that it is not real sitting then leaving returning strange items moment future brought forth here I am you see me.
Tomorrow, tomorrow. Sumptuous gaze, bringing fresh roses neatly cut garden hedge, for sun rises over the rivers, a dew lingering past scent of depths unseen, tomorrow. You say you want to go on, tomorrow, I say the lost truth is paining me, I saw the darkness in those eyes... Tomorrow, never feeding, opening up, tomorrow brings more empty spaces, empty spaces to be explored, trying not to turn back on myself, you're sinking further into the night, let go, tomorrow isn't waiting for anybody.