you will never know
what’s in my dreams
even I
am not sure what they are made of
the ghosts that travel in my head
yet everything is there
that we don’t see
*reposted from December 2022
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you will never know
what's in my dreams
even I
hardly know
the ghosts
that travel in my head
yet everything is there
that we don't see Sans paroles/wordless : C’est la que je vais/ that is where I am going
and time goes by…
...and it goes by, and there is nothing to do about it, and the colors work together, nature gets involved, only a question of changing the angle, or watching more closely, or watching from afar, because there is nothing you can do about it. furiously
furiously joyful, it overflows everywhere, as if it were life.