Falling backwards; it’s only a test. Applied and you’ll be able to see for yourself. Bringing myself back to what’s brought me here, I arrive at a place I’ve made home. It has been arranged in no specific way but there’s always the feeling that someone has been here before. Maybe it’s also someone else’s home, once yours, and now this is all that is left.
mp3//W-H-I-T-E — Fountain