Blue butterflies pinned down
Orchids crashing to the ground
Blades of water
Birds of artificial color
Images.
The air is calm and moist
Expectant and awaiting
Nervous laughter escapes through lipsthat can't speak
Under seas of hairsoft, soft...
Scents:
Some non-existent, yet strong, omnipresent
A dream...
Foggy like a dream
Fear
Is it just another illusion?
Is everything always the same?
Discomfort
Jealousy
Drought
Roads that lead into a different world
Rain splattering on the translucid green
Hours learning and unlearning how to live
How?
What binds us?
Fog, light, sky
Everything is out of focus
Butterflies, wings batting
soflty, softly...
Fish, mouths opening, closing
Tiger claws.
Nothing binds us here
Our souls meet elsewhere.
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