Who did your make-up this morning? I mean, where did that concept
come from? Caramelo breathing, ushers winter in with a gentle hand.
Graduate in the garden sniffing. The news was slipped under the door
by unseen hands, whilst the world was sleeping, actually lying
awake in the dark pretending to be jet-lagged.
How many times have you been here?
How did you come to find this place?
Where are you from?
Why are you here?
Snow moon & flowers in a quiet state of mind, waiting for release.
Did you come through the sky? Were you shocked by the news?
Did you answer all the questions? Where are you going now?