Living...
Breathing...
No real sense of place, no real sense of time.
It is simply not about "the moment".
It is about the passing.
What day is?
What is supposed to be?
Elapsing surreality...
Breathing...
No real sense of place, no real sense of time.
It is simply not about "the moment".
It is about the passing.
What day is?
What is supposed to be?
Elapsing surreality...
Morning Fe,
ReplyDeleteThis is exqusite and sharp.
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ReplyDeletehave a sweet day, xoxo