The Most Precious Orange Light, I Hold It in My Hands... Sadness

The most precious and the purest orange magic
Holding it in my hands, through from april travel into the perfect night of blue twilight and open space orange light, open
I find it and keep it in my hands
And the light tower is of 2011 autumn emotion
Only now as pure as juvenescent discarnate body
And in that magic is every road and every story
I have it

I want to be as discarnate june 24 2015 in the sight of innumerable orange lights deep down a hidden path all before my eyes
My whole body
My entire body is the story
I cry every single day
I just want to be there

I just want to be there
I just want to be there