I close my eyes to listen to my roots, the roof over my head an illusion that did not hold up, I would take somebody else’s voice to fill the guest card and then lay down, exhausted, in my dark stories.
somebody else’s voice
I close my eyes to listen to my roots, the roof over my head an illusion that did not hold up, I would take somebody else’s voice to fill the guest card and then lay down, exhausted, in my dark stories.
Beautiful … to dream
This one resonated quicker in me.
J’aime.
Quicker than the french version, I mean.
C’est commeon le sent🙂
Ca fait plaisir, merci Caroline 🙂
A lovely B/W photograph
ThankyouDerrick🙂