Dmitry Yeryomin Beyond the Sky

The cosciousness plays wicked tricks to me. It desires to break free and soar beyond the sky to linger there till the break of dawn. And when the first ray touches it, reflected in the mirror of my soul, the burning consciousness would rush back to the confinement of my body, and bring me a boundless drift of my life. It will suffice until after dark. Then the hunt for a new riff rocommences.