Every silent firing moment

it’s like i’m in the ocean …. traveling within it ….. but i’ve never really been that much traveling in it… water is a strange thing… always felt a different relation with it …. why i never feel attracted to drink it if not warmed with some lemons or reddy-dark honeyd woodsy fruits things inside…. or maybe just if it comes directly from mushroomed green sides of springs between the mountains…. greening a fly … i drink flames…… the ocean is a chopping wood~s* alive……. silence through winded hairs….. smashing notes between the events~layes of horizons……. i’ll meet you again myStarryElf… as i’m sounding with you every silent firing moment…. the nostalgy of our music…..

on the shores of an eyeSing eye

i can see~sing your dEEp*
eaRing your imageS:voices~ing

intuition: in tune with the action

Linda