silent journey

laughing at me
i’m wasting my time
no point trying to escape gravity

then silence …
no more mind wordles
perception becomes irresistible

the incredible taste of freshly baked bread
the pattering sound of a mad beetle skimming the ceiling
the overpowering scent of one million wood anemones
the riveting sight of an orange-red coloured Venus, just minutes before setting
… then feeling the wind playing with that big night-spider in my hair …


Picture by bvdb (whoisbert) april 2015 – @home – Nikon D3300 – x_DSC_0951

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