TOSKOVAT BORN SCREAMING EXTRAIT DE MEMOIRE SPRAY 60ML

Today I remembered the people who came together. For thousands of years I have watched them share in the same congregation. The elders are silent, unable to hear the same melody. This unhealthy dance was passed on to the next generation. A stranger tells me to read their lips. “Words don’t matter.” The darkness hides the truth while the melody feeds my long-distance relationship with sleep. Go with inertia. Dance the absurd. But dance without love is as empty and ridiculous as love without dance. Yet, when we are stationary, we self-destruct.