Worlds open and shift
And move into silence
Things look up
We look up
For hope
For dreams
For guidance
Strong arms
Hang tight
While
Grips are loosen
-Saschia
Worlds open and shift
And move into silence
Things look up
We look up
For hope
For dreams
For guidance
Strong arms
Hang tight
While
Grips are loosen
-Saschia
I got the sense of being pulled up by a vortex when I read this. And I mean it in a good way. Perhaps your piece is a metaphor for letting go eventually. I don’t know, but it’s surreal, minimalistic and good.
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