whilst unsleeping i keep dreaming of the cold places where the inbetween light is soft as velvet and the air so clear that everything is a mosiac of crystal sound, where words knitted together make raconteurs of us all around fires built with bracken collected with our two good hands, where we unpick the stitches of our days to re-sew into geographies that fit our hearts.
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you! are a wonder
and I live there...
those heart lands and their crystals echoes
those ethereal heart beats
so wondrously grasped with your words
when the drumming of your ear
synchronize the most intimate rythms
(love those Faulkner stars)
my dear C. thank you for being out there ♥
A story in a sentence - a dream of a story in a sentence.
i loved this one!
going to write it down in my little notebook where i collect special quotes and writings that speeks to my heart.
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