Can you see
them sleeping? How beautiful they look, growing up and down, filling
their bodys with „that“ and letting it go afterwards. „They do
something big over there“ I was told once. But they look so fragile
and calm...
New painting in da house... Moth!
Here she comes, buzzing her brown wings in the summer nights. You have been in the limbo the whole year. You must be tired, one year is too much time for not being anything. Come inside, my lights are your lights, so be happy doing what you do. You've got just some days to do it.
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