It’s the feeling of being held without holding, just moving without walking. But moving is apparently inappropriate,
Cause it is like flying at jet speed even when your feet are rooted in the soil of ones own context. It is about having a summer head , all round the year . Having wolf packs run in the head, yet feeling the presence of flying butterflies in the tummy.
this time it is about being picked up from an abandoned construction site after missing an airplane flight. There is no utopia in the story, no hope. cause the future is over rated and the present is just the only constant and mutual thing we Share.
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