Sunbeam on the Moon:
I will always leave the bulbs on for you
Sunbeam on the Moon:
I'll stay on air and sample your inferno, rewind the tapes until you can only speak backwards. What you try to understand remains for you the "unknown thing" from another world.
Sunbeam on the Moon:
I have an army of sun worshippers around me, and while I see black, I can only see pink. And who should understand that but you?
Sunbeam on the Moon:
At every turn accompanies me a terrifying beautiful thrill, like walking at the botton of the sea while the flood slowly sets in.
Sunbeam on the Moon:
The sound in turned away glances, noise emission of headnuts against heartwalls. You hear it in distance,a last sigh of dreams, after opening the eyelids,cold white satin to close. But the one who once wandered through a desert will no longer be the same.
Sunbeam on the Moon:
I have no plan to be anywhere else to but here or to become someone that leaves. I didn't even know there was an exit here.
Sunbeam on the Moon:
Save Haven Harmony
Sunbeam on the Moon:
That’s no sheep, it’s a frisian baaadass. You can recognize the difference by it’s main characteristics: It never follows the herd, it denies being followed by shadows and only casts the silhoutte of an Olympian Goat
Sunbeam on the Moon:
Joy is nothing you do on purpose. It's a light that attracts you, the afterglow in your eyes when it fades out. And then for a moment it appears like your head is on fire, like you're a moth on a lamp