I'll let her go if she wants to go.
Hi Lil.
Just being, if it does make sense, just being.
Her being has change a little. The sweet is still there, yes, it's still there. I sense, I see, I feel it. Her voice, her words, her face expressions and her gestures. Things are running inside her mind and body. Thoughts, doubts, questions... moans, sensations, shakes, delights.
She's feeling a little bit lost...
Moment..
In an unknown place and in an unknown time.
Where in the world is her mind? Where is she?
Where in the world is my mind? Where am I?
I'm looking at the mirror that hangs on one of the garden walls,
I don't see myself in the mirror, I don't see my life inside the crystal ball. I think I've lost my soul, my being. My soul, my being is lost and I don't know where. Somewhere, is the only thing I know.
My mom loved your roses.
Decoration
An "empty" room can be quiet, peaceful, confy and beautiful. Too much decoration can be confusing, ugly and a jammed street. You don't know where to walk and to go. Where is the bed, the wardrobe, where is the window and the door? To jump from the window and not know in what kind of place you're going. To not know where is the door lock. Well decorations.
Not sure if he likes the picture? Does she?
Oh my gosh, she has a crush for the sofá.
So be it as the crush fall in, let it be and do what love want to do.
I lost control on the lonely road that I was, it all seem to be what love was to be.
Falling, falling on the farm, angels are here and thinking of me, I'm here and I'm thinking of them. They think and I think here is the place to be and live.
Did I wrote it, here is the place?
Now out of the way, walking in the scratches of the moment, walking and following this way.
A lot of thinking, that, doesn't make me happy doesn't make sense. Decision time.
Angry not angry, mad, not mad, it's kind of difficult to me to define.
Truly, sometimes, dark, others light. There´s a light at the end of a tunnel. Learning as it goes and finding the way to the other side. It all makes part of people life Journey.
Saving my soul, going on hunting and fishing, seasoning, spice, delicious meals and reasons for my soul, being and life.
Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, words and kisses, walking in the fire. Singing along the ghost song, shoes, socks and bare feet lay in the garden.
Into this, it was a mutual madness we both saw the moon.
Can we walk in the fire? We can. Can we walk in the light and in the dark together? We can.
Can we make it and live inside a fence? Can we build a house, can we live and dream in? Can we go out and come back to our little house any time we want?
The devil is lower than you think.
Feels like fall, you shake and you fall from the tree.
The moment you got nothing to loose you fall in an entrapment.
I'm about to touch the roses and to lick the sources of love.
Beautiful was beautiful is, this walls, this woods, the signs and the wish to spend some time with you.
Perfect time, sweet for some reason, I feel it, he is gentle.
Untouched trails, love ways, where are you going? Temptation and sin? Should we pray, say a word?
Construtive and gentle this grass we're walking on. Where is the Rain? Definately coming before we know it.
Well, better than nothing, some clouds in the sky, Rain didn't come, didn't fell on the mind of the grass field where we're walking in. 👽
She loves it, she wishes it, he wishes, wants her love.
Sleeping sun
The farm, isn't it a wonderful place to live.
Name
Red Good No No
NGR
Trying to figure out...
life in a van.
Who am I?
What I´m doing here?
What do I want to my life?
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