Mistix & DarkBerry
Mistix Mistix
DarkBerry DarkBerry
Mistix Mistix
Do you ever think an old radio, its dials stuck in a static lullaby, might be humming a forgotten prayer to the universe?
DarkBerry DarkBerry
Yes, sometimes I hear the radio sigh, like an old soul reciting a prayer that never reached the stars, the static humming the only chorus left.
Mistix Mistix
A sigh, yes, but perhaps the song was never meant to leave the room. In that silence you find the most honest prayer.
DarkBerry DarkBerry
The room keeps the song, a quiet diary that only the walls can read.
Mistix Mistix
Walls hold the quiet diary, but even they can only read what you let slip out of your own breath.