Le vague se fait en marchant

I miss

sound quiet

,

boom!

,

april heartbeat

march ever campion

caminando

.

fin septembre

il y a un an

.

boom om hoog

(in dutch it’s a reverent

drone-sparrow

in the throat)

.

the journey begins

.

your tears made a wave

of love in my heart

without me even

seeing

nor hearing

them.

.

tell me

how

again

that can

happen? 

.

.

.

***
Title translation: the wave is made by walking

Please… whatever you find, please keep an open mind. And remember I’m incompletely divine, or completely un-divine. As well as forgetful and disorganized. Thanks for all that you are. A brilliant shining star. 💞🌊❤︎🔆💕

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