Dust

Dust, shadows, lights,

falling down into my head, under pressure, into my skin. Going up…

higher higher higher …

Its day. Its night.

Crazy, rationalist, extravagant. Anywhere. Anytime. Feeling my self. My innervisions. Connecting to my fantasy, to my dreams. Here, now, tomorrow. Waiting, running, moving. Stop your mind. Feel myself…

… and breathe… deep breathe…

*Extract from my Private Journal / Picture courtesy of My Pleasure.