direct
I cannot hold back
my colours shine like lasers
piercing your unknowns
Sunday evening often turns into a time of
- sorting - for me
shaking things through the sieve
getting rid of the chaff
hoping what is left is real
like water seeping down
through rocks
grains of sand
becoming
clean
clear
truth
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love this one. I totally understand the feeling. It seems to happen for me when I drive alone for longer than 30 min. Everything fliters through and then I can turn and drive home again - cleansed.
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