When night time falls once more .as my limbs linger on my own steps .on a black and white garden of snow .melting ashes on tips on my fingers and one tree .stands alone blue in the midst of silences sounds arise .one by one in the eternal moment I realize I’m – but .one […]
Night Time Falls, February 2013
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* opposite to notting hill cross over up and down fast steps avoid the rain . really i could do without same reactions mob group – i want more . i want different i want the far out i want to see new . silence and solitude large eyes on everything and hands on me […]