Julie, that night, through the doors of her soul,those who can watch sounds and hear colors,sees herself standing up and walk a few meters…while still
Julie, that night, through the doors of her soul,those who can watch sounds and hear colors,sees herself standing up and walk a few meters…while still
From the bus window, music in the headphonesColors landscapes with graceAnd on the shore of the lipsA smile surfaces to welcome life As I awaken
Some people are so wildly swept off in their belief system that, if you had them sit on a cushion and travel through the worlds,
Notes & Silence 