"Could this be Earth, could this be light
Does this mean everything’s, going to be alright
One look out my window there’s trees talking like people
I dreamt of storms, I dreamt of sound
I dreamt of gravity, keeping us around
I slept in the darkness, it was lonely, and it was silent
And what is this love, I don’t feel the same
Don’t believe what this is, could be given a name
I woke you were there, tracing planets on my forehead
But I forget 23 like I forget 17
And I forget my first love, like you forget a daydream
And what of all my wild friends, and the times I’ve had with them
Will all fade to grey soon, on the TV station"
- - Frank Ocean ( White )
(Source: taylorsinparis, via yothekidsneedviolence)
