Foggy notions of days passing by
The thrill
Of something growing.
I’m making denial my number one enemy of all time.
Nothing is certain, just believe you can get there
All I have are this wishes and this hands. And that is enough to take a leap of faith.
Among projections of you and me, I live and wonder…
I’m beginning to let myself dream about you, don’t fear what lies beneath each dream. You don’t need to talk much, I can feel something in there when we meet and if I’m right, we could dance away into a new dawn…
Put words aside, let what you feel guide you. You will find clarity and answers in your doing. Be you.
Árbol junto a la cascada y otros cuentos
Unplanned fun
We don’t plan much, do we?