Now a silhouette Now the deepness of black Now the texture of empty You're the me looking back You're the beach, you're the car You're the weave of the blanket We used to cover ourselves You're the rocks on the path How we stumbled Pure bravery, pure desire You're the wild winding highway The sheerness of sea cliffs The moonshade of oak fields Where we slept in tall grass Our spirits as we dreamt Watching, detached Now trace and now track Now walk the Cobwebs Now disintegrate, every step Every time, we look back ___ Postcard No. 4 7/21 Miss You ___ claim the physical postcard: wovn.xyz/mizzy/drop add to the Story: launchpad.transientlabs.xyz