Solifican12

It smells like the sun, which got a little overheated at work, and the moon, which got too carried away with self-analysis. Between them is a person in a suspended state: it seems like they are flying, but their wings are on strings. He demands nothing, is surprised by everything, and is generally just chillin'. The world spins on its own, and here they are simply learning to be. No morals, no gods, no imposed meanings. A little dirt under the fingernails, a little light under the skin - and that's enough to feel like part of something huge. Or at least not so lonely in this giant canvas.