The sound of cars noisiness of people passing by
Above all the non tangibles phrases of our molecule we have allowed the opening to a limitless experiences of where we can walk through whenever we want to this space is a great shelter to where we can exist and escape to actually really live .
How many of the wires of your neurones connect with mine in this minute of the now ? Have you ever caught yourself wandering on that feeling ?
And how you sense my coming back to you from the unnecessary worlds around to gain the home the peace to be calm inside.
Truly as if for you in you with you I mind myself to open this gate of a new discovery.
The love manifest.
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Darkos
Human : painter, digital art maker, sound composer, poet, writer, qigong healer & trainer
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Silence
I don’t remember the day the world ended. But I do remember the day I noticed. That photo was it, but I did not know what it meant until I sat in my darkened bathroom, staring at the newly developed film. The street was neither empty, nor abandoned. It was dead. The colours of the flowers wrapped in that red ribbon caught my eye, and as I crouched to take that photo, I could hear only the lonely silence of a graveyard after dark.
By Alexander McEvoy5 days ago in Fiction
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