I gaze into that blinding white horizon that I might find myself once more. The world is moving but I stay, gaze held by that light, warping the scene like a song caught in the brain, wondering when I will be free... Fall into the white hole sun, come up bleeding for air.
thank you so much for your wonderful interpretation. This makes me feel vindicated as always.^^
how interesting! would make a creat album cover!
meinst du?Ich kann's ja mal ein paar Freunden vorschlagen!
un paesaggo quasi alla Munch
Would make a good album cover.