frank ocean: could this be earth?

frankocean:

could this be light?

does this mean everything’s going to be alright?

one look out my window theres 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

& it was silent.

& what is this love?

i don’t…

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