The sound of dust

The skin, that edge of your infinity, this video, a question.

Be well



The sound of dust becoming life attracts my ears
while the sunshine
touches the roses in my backyard

I love everything
everything is my muse, my muse
I love everything
everything is my muse, my muse

So many laughs
so many tears,
so many dreams,
so many things,
so much life filling my senses, senses, senses

Then tell me how I could survive so much feelings
if I were not air
if I were not space to hold so much
if I were not air
if were not space to hold so much