Music, indie, underground and Dreamscape. Lost things in the twilight. Heavy rains wrack the plains Comes quick and back again. A downpour collides with my mind. She comes to me in dreams. Glued to the pulp of the sun where the embers build temples into the sky. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them in a rush. Those blurred red sun spots cool my mind. We are magic and I mark the foothills where we walk. My lover is distant neither here nor there.