No, not THIS one. THAT one.
In this moment I am…
In this moment I am walking in the kingdom of dreams, picking up sea shells made of papier mâché
I am redrawing life, except in better colours, and I don’t care whether it all rhymes
I am watching doll shows, listening to the willows, all the noises will not cover nature’s sacred silence, the loudest sound of all.
This is where I belong, in the kingdom of dreams, walking through a town made of random glitter
Surrounded by beauty, I revel in these unique sounds, and I don’t care whether it all rhymes.
I am doodling in the margins, wind blowing in my hair
All these noises will not cover nature’s sacred silence, the loudest sound of all…
(c) Emmanuelle Lambert (just because I feel so grown up adding that thingy)